Once, I thought I met my wife,
Charmed and delighted.
I was proud to have met her acquaintance.
My eyes never left her side,
As one in a million comes only a lifetime.
A divine faith that flutters and warms the heart in utter sensation.
It was more than the mere look of an eye.
She gave my soul substance.
An electric latter that crackled across the sky at the very sound of her voice.
A light soon shone against dark skies.
Pulsating clouds watched in awe
As her very touch was the bread that nourished every bone that ached in deep need.
The lucidity of open eyes often exceeds perception.
Just as the dawn is never promised,
The night often brings change.
For that very moment.
I thought I had met my one in a million
Kewayne Wadley
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Reserved For OneA woman sits on the train. Watching, waiting for something to happen. She rushes pass building after building lost in the sights. The world flying by her window seat. One track at a time. Fixed between one common place to another. She turns her head. A man reads the paper. Headline covered by the fold. Presidential debate. His hold is tight, side eyeing the woman beside him. Her round face. Randomly clicking on her phone. Bored. Social media sites. Candy crush. He views in full. The air is cool. Cool enough to put you to sleep. She wonders if anyone notices her. She yawns, lips printed on the reflection of buildings. She quickly looks away. The train passes. Overhead she sees a plane. Never has she flown. To see the sights above. Would the experience be the same. Travel size smile. Hand bag at rest. The train rushing faster and faster. The buildings now out of sight. The plane races on. She turns her head. Now she's asleep |
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Why She FliesAnd like a bird She flies away. She sings her song in ultimate joy. Her heart flutters. Singing what comes to mind. Soon as she is approached. She flies away. The wind beneath her arms. She goes higher and higher. Stopping in mid air, Her arms tired & sore. The life she deserves isn't far. Gliding towards the horizon. Soon as she finds peace. It is easily disturbed. Looking around to find the best place. Seeking shelter she flies further. Appearances aren't at all what they seem. For this she is labeled and taken for granted. Curiously placing one foot in front of the other. Veering the opposite direction. Her heart falling faster and faster. They don't know her worth. She flies higher and higher |
Traffic In MemphisJust jumping in. Everything comes to a halt. The first few moments don't seem as bad. Depending on length. The line of cars. In a sea of metal Something wow happens. Metal crashes into metal. Causally passing by. Everyone is okay. Making sure to see what happened They drop speed. The police attempt to make it through to the scene. Little to no debris. No never-mind to the expensive cars brought to a halt. The Mercedes Benz, the Porsche out of place slow moving along. A Black Nissan Sentra with two kids playing in the backseat. The other side is free to go as they please. Compared to most places this is nothing. Try New York. Atlanta. Texas to name a few. You just jump in, moving from point A to B. Life is admittedly too short to walk a great distance. A two car pileup a few miles ahead. Bumper to bumper no one gives space to breathe. A Cadillac honks in frustration. The Black Nissan honks back in attempt to get over. Inching closer to maneuver it's way in... |
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