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This Moment – A Poem

This Moment

I sit aside and watch the world

The scene bestirs my heart

I see the light and life shine forth

And wish to play a part

The sun shines bright, the birds do sing

The Earth is all aglow

The flowers bloom and bunnies hop

And all around seems slow

I wish I could just freeze this scene

To visit every day

To step outside and feel this joy

And for a moment stay

And in a way, I can do that

For memories freeze in time

This blessed moment will live on

And fill my heart with rhyme

For just a grain in the clock of life

This moment will have passed

But in a way, it never falls

As long as memory lasts

– December 18, 2005

 

Author’s Note: This is another poem I wrote for my wife. Had I known how little time I had left with her at the time, I would have held on much tighter. In less than two years, she was gone. Still, I am forever grateful for the time I was blessed to have her in my life.

You Asked Me – Poem by Wolfe Butler

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Author’s Note

My wife has been with me a lot lately. Actually, she always is. Her voice has been some louder as I wander recently through treasured memories. Maybe it’s because I am nearing the time of year when I lost her. Or it could be that there is some message I’m meant to know. In any case, her voice soothes me and makes me broken heart a little more whole. Occasionally, she even inspires a poem.

She asked me once what was my favorite moment that we had shared. To spur me on, she started first. She relayed a tale about a park bench where we had sat to talk one night. It was a memory I barely recalled as she started her story.

Her Story

I had left the windows open in the car parked nearby. The radio was playing in the car. At one point there had been a lull in the conversation. In the break, I had started to sing along with the Howie Day song playing on the radio.

I must interject here, I cannot sing. Music is very important to me, and I love to try to sing, but I cannot hold a tune, and I’m sure I am awful to listen to.

My wife went on to tell me, that in the quiet moment, me singing at my worst in full voice, that she knew for the first time that I was willing to drop all my walls and open up to her completely. That brief event told her that we were connected in a way that no one else could ever define.

 

 

My Story

My favorite moment was an equally uneventful occasion. A group of us had rented two condos on the beach. My dear Laramie and I were not even dating at the time. There was a mutual attraction, though, and we both felt something growing between us. But neither of us had dared to broach the subject.

One of the last nights of the trip, there was supposed to be a “spectacular” lunar eclipse. The sky was partly cloudy and the eclipse was rather unimpressive.

I had stepped away from the group to take a phone call. Laramie came running to me because she had gone to put some garbage in the dumpsters when she came across a family of raccoons. In her story, there were dozens of them, though when we went to inspect I never saw more than two.

To comfort her, I had put my arm around her and pulled her tight. I ended my phone call and gave her my full attention trying to calm her fears. Mostly we just stood there silently in the night.

Something changed in that moment. Laramie was no longer my closest friend. She was my heart’s desire, and we were a couple from that second onward. I will always cherish that night.

A Poem Is Born

That night will probably always be my favorite memory. It was then that I knew how much I loved her, and that we would always be together. Laramie may no longer be with me in person, buy her voice will always guide me.

Thinking about that night inspired the following poem.

 

You Asked Me

You asked me when I loved you

When I first knew that I cared

Your asked me what had happened

That caused my heart to be bared

 

It wasn’t at a dinner

Or dancing close in the dark

It wasn’t at a picnic

Or while raining in the park

 

It wasn’t while out camping

Or walking the crooked trails

It wasn’t at the movies

Or under white billowed sails

 

The love I have grew slowly

Snuck up on me from behind

A small seed grew and blossomed

In a corner of my mind

 

The hint of love came later

Although I was slow to learn

Each moment it grew stronger

Until my whole heart would burn

 

The light shined at its brightest

A light I couldn’t deny

The night that nothing happened

While gazing up at the sky

 

You’d run to me in panic

Raccoons disturbed the piled trash

You clutched my arm for safety

Love exploded in a flash

 

This is my favorite moment

While looking at the full moon

My arm held tight around you

Our two hearts then played in tune

 

I knew then how I loved you

My heart now forever yours

Our souls were joined together

To all others closed their doors

 

I knew in that brief moment

You would one day be my wife

No time of space could cleave us

I’d love you for all my life

 

April  1, 2018

 

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10 Poems From Poets You Don’t Know – Yet

10 Poems From Poets You Don’t Know – Yet

Here is a collection of poems from poets you may not already know. Click on each title to read the poem.

 

A Face in the Mirror (poem)

 

A Wife’s Poem……..

 

 

 

A Mindful Poem 

 

Poems {Third Edition}

 

Dance With Wolves

 

In Terra Pax

 


 

Poem: Poet For Sale Sonnet

 

Riot — A Poem

 

Whispered Silence

 

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Which one did you enjoy the most? What other poems have you enjoyed recently? Feel free to leave links below.

10 Blogs to Visit Today

10 Blogs to Visit Today

Every Wednesday (well, most Wednesdays), I try to take a few minutes to promote other writers and bloggers through my Wednesday Writer series. Here are ten blog posts I enjoyed recently.

 

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1. Sneak Peek: Opening scene from Scotch Mist: a Dottie Manderson mystery

Are you looking for your next great read? The upcoming instalment of the Dottie Manderson mysteries is due out on 30 April 2018, and is a novella called Scotch Mist. In this post, author Caron Allan shares a sneak peak into her new work.

2. Soundtracks Could Be Uniquely Positioned To Succeed

Do you like soundtracks? Some of my favorites CDs (and yes, I do still listen to CDs, even in this digital era) are soundtracks. I also enjoy soundtrack stations on Amazon Music. Chris Thilk takes a moment to discuss soundtracks from recent movies and how they have have been dominating the album charts.

3. sometimes

Poetry is an important and quick diversion. From Tornadoday comes a dark and haunting poem with notes of abandonment and untimely death.

4. Question of the Day #4

For a fun idea, Sara in Lalaland offers a question about the zombie apocolypse. Be sure to read the comments of how her readers would survive the apocolypse.

 

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5. How To Build A Solid Relationship With Your Readers

The most important thing for any blogger or writer is a strong relationship with your readers. Rachel Poli shares a post about some of the best ways to build this relationship.

6. Ham House, Richmond

Do you like travel posts? The Traveller offers beautiful pictures and details from the Ham House in Richmond. Some day I will make it over the pond to visit great attractions like this one. Until then, I thoroughly enjoy the pictures.

 


7. What’s up Monday

James Edgar Skye, through blog posts, shares his journey both as a writer and as one successful coping with bipolar disorder. In this post, he talks about some changes he made to become more productive.

 

8. But wait, there’s a twist …

Remember The Sixth Sense? For me, it was a deeply profound movie about how we often cannot see what is right in front of us because of being distracted by other things. Paul Greenamyer shares his thoughts on how the movie changed the world of writing.

 

9. “I’m Not A Man But I Love Your Blog”

Dadding Depressed is one of my favorite blogs. Through humor and sober facts, the author uses blog posts to shine a light on a world where many men experience depression in silence. Today’s post offers some feedback from many of his readers. Even if you are not a man, you will love this blog.

 

10. Here is my interview with Douglas L. Wilson

Fiona Mcvie interviews author Douglas L. Wilson and gives us an inside look into the man behind the name.

This is a collection of just a few of the posts I have enjoyed recently. Is there a post you have really enjoyed? Feel free to leave a link and why you liked the post in the comments below.

Tree – Poem

Tree

Solitude

Tree so tall

Leaves fall

Never touch ground

Hug of fog

Kiss of rain

Chill of wind

Endless ground

Mists of dreams

Dark at night

Roots so deep

Firmly hold

Branches out

Touches none

Birds of flight

Find a home

Some find peace

Shelter more

Stand alone

No reprieve

Silent beauty

Quiet moan

Rustling whispers

Nothing told

Years alone

Touching none

Endless life

Silent pain

March 11, 2005

 

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Mysterious – a Poem

Mysterious

Mysterious

A presence near
The heart sincere
Goodbye to fear
Home is here

A man a soul
A worthwhile goal
Looks black as coal
Fits the role

The burning fire
A living wire
Children to sire
Deep desire

Behind a veil
The heart will wale
Break free from jail
Meant to fail

Not one but two
And much is due
You thought you knew
If so, who?

 

Author’s Note: We are all more than one person. At the very least we are two: the one we present to the world and the one we are deep inside. Most of us are much more than two as we have a “person” for each part of our life. Family, friend, work, social, parent, strangers… Not everyone sees the same person when they look at us. Indeed, we do not present the same person to each person we meet.

This poem was written in my late teens, early twenties when I was trying to figure out primarily what person I was going to be. I hope you enjoy.

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Façade – Poem

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 You smile, you cheer

You meet and greet

You walk and talk

You run your feet

 

You shine so bright

You look complete

You call yourself

The sun beneath

 

What you don’t know

Is what still shows

That your façade

Not only glows

 

For what you think

You safely keep

And what you hide

Your restless sleep

 

Is not so hid

That we don’t see

But shines as bright

As does your glee

 

And looks at us

With ugly truth

Betrays your peace

Destroys your youth

 

And once you find

That pain can’t hide

That nothing veiled

Stays locked inside

 

That pieces fall

From damaged minds

Keeps treasures lost

From future finds

 

You’ll look for us

Those you deceived

And want our help

Like we believed

 

Still on your terms

You’ll search for us

And beg for strength

And lots of fuss

 

But then may be

A bit too late

Who could have helped?

You’ll meditate

 

With no one there

In cold night air

Your truth will call

And steal your fare

 

Because you chose

To just deceive

And share no truth

But tangled weave

 

To keep your heap

Of shattered dreams

And endless bout

With silent screams

 

Your tears will fall

On lonely grounds

No one to hear

Your empty sounds

 

And maybe then

You’ll see the cost

Of that with which

Your lies have lost

 

And those who grieved

To just see you

Will long have moved

Far from your view

 

Because your mask

Of endless bliss

Drives us away

To nothingness

 

So I pray soon

You’ll see your fate

And please change it

Before too late

 

For I am here

Right now I reach

My heart is free

I still can teach

 

But can’t hold on

Without your hand

You need my help

To understand

 

November 11, 2004

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Frozen Lake – Poem

Frozen Lake poem wolfe butler WB

I tried to walk

Alone across

An endless frozen sea

 

T’was dark as coal

All twilight gone

A path I did not know

 

I walked in vain

To reach no goal

Direction had no road

 

No markers there

Or signs to guide

A frozen land nowhere

 

Though not yet doomed

My trip grew worse

As through a hole I fell

 

To gasp for air

And fight for strength

But all to no avail

 

For in the dark

With water deep

I found no hole to flee

 

A grave unmarked

No man to know

A myst’ry plain to see

 

No light to guide

No helping hand

Instead this silent sea

– July 25, 2005

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Anguish – Poem

 Anguish

 Within my mind I build you up

I put you up quite far

I make a wish and have a dream

And pain of truth I bar

I imagine that you do care

And that my needs you know

And that you want to be the one

To lift me when I’m low

 But all too real I know the truth

You can’t see passed yourself

And with the chance to just have fun

You stick me on a shelf

 It matters not how hard I hope

In time you will not change

You choose not to improve yourself

To grow within your range

 For in all truth you do not care

A fact that does me pain

And maybe once in coming truth

I will see what is plain

 And I’ll accept what can’t be changed

For you won’t let it be

I must love you for who you are

Or turn around and flee

– March 27, 2005

 

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Anguish - a dark poem by Wolfe Butler

Change – Poem

Change

Everything still looks the same

Everyone’s still here

There’s not a thing that’s really changed

            When held up to a mirror

The sun still shines, the rain still falls

            The grass and foliage grows

The river runs, the flowers bloom

            The same old wind still blows

The clock still ticks, each hand still moves

            Each moment gone for good

And time goes on ever as quick

            Just as you hoped it would

The faces all appear the same

            Each one betrays no change

As lives go on as ever lived

            With every new exchange

Not one thing here has seemed to change

            Not since you went away

Except my heart, which has a hole,

            I fear may always stay

September 23, 2004

 

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