KAREN KAPELCZAK

Watkinsville, Georgia
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A Poem From A Friend

Hiding in the shadows
the blinds are slowly drawn
cut off from former echoes
of a dying love song.

Living in darkened silence
the beating heart desolate
drowning in a sea of pretense
flooded with past regrets.

Feeling the cold of invisibility
wearing the rags of neglect
a soul given no hospitality
itself cannot respect.

Yet a poem written by a friend
filled this wounded heart
igniting the imagination
quickening the thoughts.

Through the layers hardened
it pierced like a sword
the potent words penned
propelling the emotions forward.

The power of soul inspired verse
goes beyond the realm of seen
entering the most secret recess
awakening loves dormant dream.

Simple words written on paper
planting emotions intangible seed
hearts speak in mystical whispers
the balm for broken heart bleed.

Candlelight Vigil

She got herself up
Cold drafts wafting through the house
Shaking
Only partially from sleep aroused
Gathering up her skirts, the stairs followed
Trembling
Holding feebly to railings mold
Tentatively
Taking each step hearing boards creak
Brokenly
Hoping for landings discovery
Quickly
Blind hand searching for candle relief
Falteringly
Fingers grasp taunt wax firmly
Jubilation
Ignited flame flickering
White hot
Burning

Honey and Wine

Tumbling in this oasis
Found by a chance
Trees of many flavors
Loves pomp and circumstance

Baby steps taken
Garnered fruits relished
Sipping fully the forbidden
Sensual delights never finished

Refreshing waters of his well
Never quite quenching
Going back for another refill
Slowly inching

I taste his honey
Rich nectar indeed
The wine flows freely
Satisfying my need

Ah, nothing like the taste
And I have found
No other oasis can replace
The treasure of he who is mine

Flower Blooming

The night air softly flowing
Covering like a satin sheet
Delicate flower growing

Shielding sweet nectar
The glories still hidden
Soft hues a gentle lure

If the flower opens too early
The vivacity is diminished
Slowing the flowers unfurling

So held securely in stasis mold
The aromatic treasure calls
To you, my love, as I unfold

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