Letters to a Nurse #18

maybe the past has a way of reminding us

We’re not that far from who we used to be

I just wanted to say

Thank you for loving me

You’re a good nurse

A good friend

And when I’m with you

I feel so lucky

And when I’m not with you

I miss you…

I miss you…

The bed is empty without you here

Champagne can only do so much

I miss talking with you

Someone should really

Tell the others

What marriage is really like

How you have to grow

The unspoken rules

What you find yourself carrying

And how we change

no one else will do

Not a soul in a room

There’s only you…

Starlight

All the flowers grow

At night

And

The roots

Grow deep

And we are not saints

The dust doesn’t just stick

To our shoes

In the morning light

It’s behind our eyes

It’s in our lungs

And we have the cough to prove

Maybe I’m not a poet

But I see you across the room

Hair fire red

tougher than the rest

A fast machine

When the lights go out

The moon in your eyes

Giving the wolves

A reason to scream

You’ll make me believe –

But that’s not why I’m here

Because 6 out of ten nights

I just want to be close to you

And I’ll walk the line

This isn’t us against the world

You’re the only world I’ll ever need

As long as you love me

I’d walk with you

Every night

And we would wait as the gardens grow

And the earth is reborn

-regardingsamuel.com

Photo origin – Ethan Bethune

Writer’s Log #20

There is something about records…

No streaming.

No alerts

No ads

No bings

No whistles

It’s slower.

Like coffee percolating…

You have to turn it over.

It’s enough to make you slow down and dance in the kitchen with your wife.

No ads no alerts

Just you

Granted, marriage isn’t perfect you know.

You have the nights where you have to get up and sleep on the couch. Because the love of your life keeps kicking you. Or they’re a sauna that just keeps burning.

The dog comes and checks on you, just to make sure you’re ok. But then he goes back to his three blankets and a pillow top.

You’re out here on a stiff couch and a pre war blanket that barely covers your ankles.

But you love them. You chose them after all. And records have a way of reminding you of those choices. If

you let them.

Everyone talks about life being so hard. About writing being so hard. About work being so hard.

Just get up and do something.

It’s good to work.

And it feels great to have made something.

Marriage, it’s live rounds and fox holes. It’s hot summer nights. But what did you expect? You expected one person to be absolutely every anchor and every little thing… to seduce you and keep you and entertain you…

It’s good to have a friend

It’s good to dance in the kitchen

It’s good to slow down

It’s good to wake up next to the one person who knows your middle personality

And loves you anyway.

No bings

No whistles

No alerts

No ads

Just you

And it’s good to be there for someone else.

It’s good to be selfish

And unplug from Netflix

And everything else

It’s good to just be alone in a world

Unconnected…

Where things percolate

And take their time

I think maybe some people find it difficult to be that quiet and together. They are afraid of what they might say or see.

But there it is…

like the side B of a relationship

waiting to be turned over….

Letters to a Nurse #17

Minimalistic

Ballistic

My home

My love

My heart

She walks-

She walks

The light

It follows her every move

While others say

“Did you see

It’s all there

In my story.”

The world now lives

In a very real “status quo”

A newsfeed with anything but news.

Everyone’s soul is for sale

I

I pulled the plug

I cut myself free

Freedom is peace

My soul

My home

My love

She walks

And the light follows

Her every move

And in the night –

(for her eyes only)

We have no stories to tell

No souls to sell.

-regardingsamuel.com

Bleeding Ink #1,180

There in the Christmas lights

Under that cold night

He understood

How rare a thing

like Love was .

He understood,

How brief

Life truly was…

Maybe it was as fast as an autumn in Alabama

And maybe most people’s lives were like a leaf in the wind

There and then cast away somewhere

Who knows where?

Unnoticed

And

Yet most people

It seemed

Lived a quiet torture

A held breath

And they carried so much weight

Like someone

Who really wanted a cigarette after sex

And another who couldn’t even remember much less care

When the last time

They didn’t sleep alone was

People seemed to live

And

Vanish

And get replaced

By another body –

And he understood

How rare

It was –

To be happy

And to be healthy

And

In love

-regardingsamuel.com

Black Weather Sunshine

Tie your caution up

Hand it over to your nightmare

The one where they

never hear you scream

you can always find

The full moon

Behind her eyes

Like the black weather sunshine

daughter of the devil

The mark on the inside of her thigh

And you could leave

Leave this world

While you were inside

Should I be here?

We would’ve found

Each other

Even if we reached

From the outside

Escape, the sameness,

Even on the coldest nights

She’s blue flame

In my veins

Tongue tied

between her thighs

-regardingsamuel.com