lost love

Undervalued Art

For the most part,

This world is a beautiful place

A masterpiece, a concoction,

A work of art like no other

It’s all in the detail,

In all the little bits and wonders

But this masterpiece has flaws

There are cracks that need repair,

Chips which need filling,

And a good overall cleaning

The value of this amazing,

And mysterious work of art,

Is, of course, priceless

But with just a minor amount,

Of touch-up and care

Think of how much more appreciated,

And valuable,

She would become

© Dicky J Loweman 2015

Fresh Air

To breathe

Fresh air

To sit and take it in

Letting it fill, all up inside

Calmness prevails

Serenity achieved

Love found

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To breathe

Fresh air

Reworks all the old, past thoughts

Relives the memories I stored away

Brings smiles

Encourages laughter

Lightens loss

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To breathe

Fresh air

Secrets spoken out loud and free

Painful times trail off, slip away

Returns me

To you

Happy, again

© Dicky J Loweman 2015

Twisted

It’s all in the line and the luck of the draw

Some of us will, but most of us won’t

So, the days bring boredom,

And long walks at night

The airs are filled with memories,

Which just seem to want to stay,

Even though I don’t want them to

Say to me that it’s alright

Tell me we’re ok

Lie to me, if you have to,

Just make sure it’s believable,

Make sure it’s what I want to hear

So this night keeps dragging along,

Scraping it’s nails in the most defiant of ways

You should be here,

Here to see it all

But we both know that won’t happen,

So crack open a beer,

Light a smoke,

And get lost in the twisted halls,

The halls which hold those old memories,

Which I need to lose,

If I ever plan to sleep tonight

© Dicky J Loweman 2015