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When I Close My Eyes
When I close my eyes,
It all goes away.
The screams,
The yelling,
The violence,
All relinquished.
Fading into grey,
As the torturous truth,
Leads the way.
When I close my eyes,
It all goes away.
The words,
The sighs,
The cries,
All released.
Fading into black,
Your words still linger,
The silent attack.
The Benevolent Shepherd
Somewhere in the distance,
where trees no longer grow,
sits a merry cottage,
surrounded in snow.
Nobody visits,
And nobody’d dare,
But as they walk by,
The inhabitant stares.
And alone in that cottage,
A poor woman hides,
And she waits all alone,
While the rich live their lives.
Then one day,
A shepherd walks past,
And when he sees the cottage,
He walks to it fast.
And he knocks on the door,
Of the cottage, so gay,
As the woman inside,
Looks up in dismay.
She answers the door,
With a frown on her face,
As the visitor beams,
Her frown is replaced.
The woman grins,
And points inside,
She offers him a meal,
But then he denies.
He gives her a sack,
And then walks away,
She opens the sack,
And then starts to pray.
The man turns around,
And smiles to himself,
He was somehow happier,
Without all his wealth.
Maybe It’s Because I Love You
Maybe it’s because I love you, that it hurt so much,
The truth, the lies,
Now combined,
But, boy, I miss you so much.
And still to this day,
I want to do it over,
Try again.
Breathe again.
Love again.
Maybe I’m a dreamer,
But it’s your word against mine,
Sure I’m a believer,
But, son, you just crossed the line.
Don’t hide,
Or run,
Or walk away.
Don’t leave,
Or cry,
Or curse the day.
Maybe it’s because I love you, that I never want you to go,
Or maybe, just maybe, you didn’t know.
The Author: Jayanne
About: Jayanne Sindt began rhyming her way into solutions to problems as an adolescent and has worked through personal dramas using verse for others as well as for her self. She discovered that the verse could be used for any occasion, and gifted friends and family with many poems of celebration, condolence and affection.
She earned a Bachelor of Science Degree in Human Development and Family Relations at the University of Connecticut and continues her education through personal discovery and spiritual endeavors. She is a student of A Course In Miracles and The Artist’s Way and attends workshops regularly. She has been writing poetry for 25 years and enjoys getting together with creative friends and trying different crafts.
She is now living her heart’s desire through her business Personal Verse, providing an avenue of expression to others. It is a magical experience to provide Jayanne with just a few words of information and see it transformed into verse.
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