Monthly Archives: August 2023

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

No Other way

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She is a Lady, but never in waiting, she can be needy like a Princess, oh yes assuredly so, at times she can be blind as a bird in a blizzard, at others, attentive as a mother bear to her cubs, she can be sweet as the sweetest berry upon the branch, or sting like a bee if swatted at. She is a beautiful daydreaming creature of the most magical sort, and I am surprised most days what trickles from her mind out to her mouth. All I know is that I love this mish mosh of a beautiful girl and I wouldn’t want her any other way…

by Philip Wardlow August 31st, 2023

Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

Bloody Car Load of Resentments

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I don't ever wish to come home and not truly see you or not want to.
I don't ever wish not to be truly seen by you or you not want to see me.
I don't ever wish for all our bloody car load of resentments to ever cause us
to drive off the road over a cliff into despair, anxiety, anger or despondence for each other.

I want contentment in one another to be our loadstone, to  pull us towards the mirth in life,  the tranquil moments, and to delight in the delving of what made us fall in love, and to always be ready to be jubilant with another without fear, judgement or reproach. 

I want you to fall into my arms and for me to fall into yours, lovely, tenderly,  for all the years down the road  together ahead, flinging resentments to the wind out the car window, and holding  fast to each others hands like new lovers on  a magical trip, seeking new discoveries around every bend.

by Philip Wardlow  August 21, 2023
Inquiring Minds, Poetry Work

Fears

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If I think too much on losing her, my
body goes taunt and tight,
muscles as rigid as a high wire cable,
then  shaking like  a nervous  tightrope
walker traversing a great height. 

Why would I lose her?
Everything will work out fine.
Love conquers all.  Right?

"Love" did conquer all once and she 
left me.

I didn't seem to be mean too much to her at the end

Am I now?  Will I be in  a month, a year, a decade?

Will she give up on me?

Will I be to blame?
Does every past  failure 
play a part in a possible future one
or the success in
not  losing you.
With wisdom found.

What makes me special?

What makes her say to herself, 
I shall keep him for all my
days to come no matter what

I guess I do. 
I make her want say to herself,
I shall keep him
And so I shall always 
keep showing her
she wants to say
I shall keep you.

By Philip Wardlow August 2023
Inquiring Minds, Poetry/Quote of the Week

Taking the Time

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That first date we road a Merry-Go-Round together because I wanted you to experience the magic of the world that I knew you sought inside yourself that had been so long denied.

I wanted to show you how cherished by me you already were and would be for all our days to come. I couldn’t tell you that just yet, but I felt all the feels for you and wanted to give you my world and share every adventure with you for the rest of our days together.

Five years on that feeling has not changed a bit.

Yet, I have let time steal many a precious moment from you and I. Many a magical moment that could have been, but never were.

Love is not enough, but being present with you, feeling you, knowing you, listening to you, connecting with you in all the ways that matter most like in the beginning is the magic you sought and need.

I let the days drain that magic away. I should have held on tighter, fought every day with my last breath for you in sustaining that enchantment.

Close to you is where I wish to be. Always

I am sorry I let time take that closeness.

It’s time to take it back.

By Philip Wardlow August 2nd , 2023