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Scabs of Heartbreak

our romantic intimacy
should have blossomed into ebullient prosperity
rambling weeds of doubt choked the spark
flame turned to ash
decaying in a cold shallow grave

had your love arrived
when the rose of innocence was the scent of trust
vulnerable as a butterfly alit a flower petal
unaware the harsh winter cold
of embittered betrayal

we could have known the beauty
a lush prolific garden
rare orchids and lilies
roses and magnolia trees
stayed intoxicated on lust’s exotic scents

our hearts should have rejoiced
as offshoots from love’s scattered seeds
roots were never formed
soil remained barren
never watered nor enriched

instead ours was a love
borne in a remembrance of pain
past heartbreak bore its icy scars
frozen; a hardened scab of heartbreak
inexpugnably resisting love’s thaw

so we went our separate ways
neither hating nor loving
the scabs covering the pain
now and then I see your smile
in the summer rain
I miss what should have been love

©dorianna

Aging With Grace

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Imprisoned Heart

Fearless Love

too long a time
left without barricade
my heart was defenseless

childhood abandonment
created scars; scabbed wounds
strong as a brick wall
entombed my heart

panic guided relationships
hysteria drove love away
absconding from affection
solitude was my stronghold

then there was you

how you found your way
beyond the bricks and mortar
mystifies me still

an honest smile
a silent understanding
a compulsive love

now I have a love story
written in your name
hope replaces fearfulness
love owns the blame

©dorianna
2016

My Little Man

I wrote this poem a few weeks after my son was born, it has taken me many years to edit. Though it is not my greatest writing work it is without a doubt my greatest work of heart.

 

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Self-Knowledge Is Sublime

poetry reveals the truths
the center of your being
illumination and the dark
duality none else is seeing

oft-times you’ll discover
reading your own words
an aspect of yourself
you never ever heard

through your poetry
gain the freedom inclined
whether honest or deceitful
desirable or shunned
self-knowledge is sublime

©dorianna

On The Strings Of A Heart

how is it possible
one day to love someone
enlivened with just one thought, one kiss, one moment
as if you’ve soured to the heavens
drifting on wings of angels

tomorrow arrives
effervescent beauty of yesterday’s love
metamorphic agony of today’s heartache
a tornadic storm
whipping emotions erupt
drastic climate changes annihilating
all that is tender

one wonders where does the beauty go
when love turns to hate

bemused by the fate of heartbreak
anguished by the storm
adrift on winds of inner turmoil
should one conclude
love and hate ~ same emotion
calming, sensual breeze
becomes a violet windstorm
nature takes it course
on the strings of a heart

©Dorianna 2015
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Aged Eyes

as an ancient book
leather-bound
embellished in gold
aged eyes chronicle
truth and wisdom
do you peer deeply
can you read their story

©dorianna 2014
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