PJR

I told you I was working on it
The country ham and red eye
Gravy, but you kept tight
Grip on my shorts to let me
Know you were still waiting.
The thing is, with country ham,
That you wouldn’t know yet is
The saltiness, and to keep in
Mind the flavor. But you ignored
Me the way…

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ICR

You placed your
hand on my
head.
I fell to your chest
and we slept
for the first time in months.
I didn’t know before
my lips hit your ribs
that I’d be staying there til
morning
and thats not the first time
I’m surprised
at something like that.

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PEAR

I see my mother fondly now -

Since rude, uncivil visitors
who lived Inside our heads,
Have taken leave of sentences
And senses too of dread.

The fog of condescension lifts –
Once airing grief has lost its steam
Exasperation mists
Throughout the distant afternoons

Where reminiscence sits.
I like…

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PEAR

When seconds click off silently,
We rarely mark the time.
And hours slip by quietly -
A theft without a crime.

Then suddenly the years add up
Before we catch our breath,
And we can feel the heaviness
And count ourselves bereft.

The laughs we shared so long ago
Are ringing out like bells,
Reverberating constantly
Where gratitude still dwells.

We hope to hear the friendly tunes
Stay fresh within our souls
To have our happy thoughts remain
As young as we are old.

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For Better or Verse — Poetry Month 2022 et al.

Philip J. Repko, Ian C. Repko, and Philip E. Repko have been fiddling with words for more than a few years. Here we shall periodically contribute.