Small Town Hearts
We have tonight and it is ours Savor it for it’s only one night i’m yours We laugh We reminisce As “Don’t Stop Believin” Plays on the radio this song is a joke and the rhythm is all wrong but our small town hearts collide in this lonely world But don’t worry We have each other for tonight I turn my head and a single tear drop rolls down I wish I could love you the way I love him I wish you could love me the way you love her that’s the funny thing why do we love those who don’t want us When we can have each other Tomorrow, we’ll adore those who ignore us What a joke! And like the song We’ve got the rhythm all wrong At least the melody is beautiful but complicated like us
Two Wolves
Two wolves came to me
in a dream One good One bad Who shall I feed today?
Living with the Mirrors
She stares at her reflection in the mirror Barely recognizing the woman staring back at her. Thinning hair Time worn skin Her beauty has faded gradually over the years like a faded rose petal dried and pressed in the pages of a book long forgotten. Her memories are no different Shattered fragments Sharp and dull Scattered like broken glass. She then hears music playing in the distance “On a dark desert highway Cool wind in my hair Warm smell of colitas, Rising up through the air” A faint smile crosses her lips To a memory that croons inside her soul She sways to the music and drifts to a time lost, yet not completely forgotten Young, naive, and in love with love and a childish notion that time was limitless.
Bio:HilLesha O’Nan is a blogger, writer, photographer & marketer. She is co-editor/founder of Fevers of the Mind Poetry & Art. She runs the blog tothemotherhood.com for over 15 years
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I enjoyed all three of these poems. The last lines of Living With the Mirror were brilliant. I also
thought deciding which wolf to feed was interesting.
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