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COMMITTED

No matter how hard I blow
Into the winter air
You are no longer by my side
Acting as my guide

I’m alone and petrified

Only my heart remembers you

I search for warmth
Between cold sheets
Alone in our bed

But nights haunt me
Antagonizes
Dares me to sleep

Everything around me
Rekindles thoughts of you
Unworn shoes, neckties
A razor unremoved

I really shouldn’t
But can’t help it
I dream day and night

Of massive hands
Curly strands
Warm smiles and
Snappy styles

Woodsy balm
Clasped palms
A stubbled face, indeed

A rat-a-tat-tat
For home repairs
You always in the lead

Funny how I still see you
Rolled up tight
In our linen, me naked and
Snuggling in the night

I keep hoping any day now
You’ll come ‘round the bend
To kiss me, squeeze me, fondle me
Until I have no wind

I want to feel
Warm arms
In dead of winter
Cozy by a fire

Hear senseless jokes
Romantic words
Feel tender touches
In places known to us

Day by day when
The horizon burns
It chills me to my bones
To be reminded once again
How much I am alone

I hate the dusk
Lie down I must
So I do my best to pray

That I won’t dream
Feel your breath
Warm upon my neck
You spoon me
I soothe you
In a tight embrace

I want to sleep
Only sleep
Not commit to you again

Rather cling to hope
And measured light
To see me through tonight

But it seems to me
No matter what
I’ll always think of you
How you loved
And cared for me
Oh, so tenderly

by Donna B. Comeaux
Tulsa, Oklahoma
January 21, 2017

GRANT ME PEACE


Trouble came today and I tried to stay
Focused on the Word, I even tried to pray
But nothing worked successfully and I’m in desperate need
Rescue me, take hold of me, give me what I seek.

I focused to the left, I scurried to the right
I sit a little while, but I can’t overcome this fight
I rock myself to sleep, hoping for relief
But I’m distressed, too much unrest, trouble’s in my reach.

With yesterday gone and its trouble lingering on
I begin to bear the day and think the worse is gone
But footsteps creep behind me, my feet won’t let me run
Trouble tromps again, tenfold, more than ever before.

Darkness is all I see, my shadow’s indistinct
How do I create a tighter link
When I cannot read, I cannot write, I can’t begin to think
I dig down deep, I raise my hands, but farther down I sink.

Rescue me, take hold of me, give in to my plea
Grant me peace of mind, overshadow what is weak
Sooth me with your song and lull me ‘til I sleep
Grant me peace, oooh God have mercy, hurry rescue me.

by Donna B. Comeaux
Tulsa, Oklahoma
Freelance Writer, Poet, Author
April 16, 2014
COPYRIGHT PENDING
You have permission to use this poem ONLY if my name is accredited
and it is used in godly service to others. Thank you! God Bless!!!

KEEPSAKES

Every July before the school year began I’d go through my children’s closet and have them try on last year’s clothes.  I’d give away clothes that were too small and make a note of what new ones they needed.  I’d also go through their toys, assessing which ones they played with and which toys they never touched.  My youngest son hated to throw any of his things away.  He and I would go back and forth, never agreeing on what should go and what should stay.  In secret I would laugh about it.  One day I sat down and wrote this poem.  Though it is many years later, I still smile when I read this.  Where in the world did those years go?

KEEPSAKES

All my things are valuable
All my things are storable
Mom thinks it’s laughable
Keepsakes I deem adorable

It’s funny how we go
through all my things so slow
and choose the ones that show
signs that they should go

As soon as she departs
I go back and start
to go through all my things
my keepsakes dear to heart

Two weeks it takes for her
to return and renew her search
and find that I have kept
my keepsakes that she left

In depth I try to explain
conveying all my pain
that is stirred deep inside
when my keepsakes aren’t retained

She says, “It’s a pile of junk”
I say, “Buy me a trunk”
“There’s no room,” she insists
“You must get rid of this!”

So here we go again
sifting through all my things
but with a strategy in mind
I intend to keep all that I will hide.

Dedicated to my son, Aris Joseph
Written November 15, 1995
Revised September 10, 2013
Copyrighted
All rights reserved

Listen …

There comes a time, at least once a day, things trouble you.  God has blessed a man with the ability to put poetry in motion through his music.  Meet Harry Gregson Williams.  He is the artist behind many movie soundtracks and his work of art speaks for itself.  Below is one of many of his beautiful artworks.  It is titled “Smiling,” and the title, like the music, is perfect.  This keeps me inspired when I’m overwhelmed, calms me when I’m upset.  It brings me back to a spiritual place where God wants me to be.  What would we do without His grace?  As this beautiful work soothes me, I easily imagine I’m on the wings of an eagle soaring over God’s landscape right before the angels escort me to heaven.  Endlessly, I Listen…

“Smiling” by Harry Gregson Williams
Taken from the movie “Man on Fire” soundtrack

Please come back and visit as often as you like.

Donna B. Comeaux
Freelance Writer, Author, Poet

A Ray of Hope

Kneeling at Cross

Alone and think that no one cares
I crept inside my darkest lair
Midnight became my covering
For all my sorrows and despairs.

I picked at every speck of light
I thought I saw throughout the night
And tried to cover more of me
With all the night I thought I’d need.

But that speck of light would not
Depart my lair, so I stood up
And reached as far as I could
And found that you, not I, who stood.

Your hand propped up my feeble spine
Your voice began to fill my mind
You talked all day and thru the night
Until all darkness gone from sight.

You lifted up one foot of mine
The other came without much prying
I looked deep within my dark dim room
But could not find it or the gloom.

I’m not quite sure I remember what
It was that meant so very much
All I know for sure right now
I’m alive, have hope, and to you I bow.

by Donna B. Comeaux
Freelance Writer, Author, Poet
Copyright Pending
All rights reserved

The Journey

Angel
What is it about this journey I’m not very fond of
This scary thing unknown that gives my heart a tug
Is it memories lost with time and years I can’t retrieve
Or is it slothful death or a body wretched with disease

Could it be the notion of sleeping through it all
And death has said “Hello” and eased us through the call
Or could it be those fantasies of living happily ever after
Ignoring all reality, never mindful there’s another chapter

What exactly is it about this journey I’m not very fond of
That makes me cry a tear for those I’ve chosen to love
What makes this task a struggle, unbearable to think of
Keeping me in a daze until time pushes me with a shove

Why can’t one day this sorrow be looked upon anew
With fresh new eyes as the morning greets the dew
Like the newness of the rose that slowly blooms in spring
Or like the summer heat that makes us wishful for the rain

Why can’t the inevitable be looked upon with grace
As if a handsome prince came and brushed a kiss upon my face
Or liken to a new mother shedding tears of joy in birth
Why can’t death mimic life, and not be a morbid curse

As March eases into spring and April brings forth her rain
And the earth exhales its life and everything is renewed again
Remember the precious moments that all add up to years
That extend beyond death, filling us with hope far beyond our fears.

by Donna B. Comeaux
Rewritten and Revised for
Verlender Comeaux Lee
August 28, 2013
All rights reserved
Copyright Pending

NOTE: Verlender Comeaux Lee was Glenn’s aunt (my husband). She died Sunday, August 25, 2013. Keep us in your prayers. This is the fourth funeral in two years.

I’m Still With You

I’m Still With You

I’m not sure what I would have done without the woman of my dreams

God knows I’d do anything and by any means

Given her the moon, the stars, my very last dime

To sway her, coax her, convince her please “Be mine?”

Eventually, her eyes opened, she  saw no other way

Our destiny was set, love blossomed that day

I  grinned, certain she’d be forever, ‘til death do us part

Now I am gone, I’ve broken her heart.

If there is any consolation my dear, my love, my wife of 27 years

The mountains we climbed and the hurdles we feared

Were nothing, absolutely nothing to cross, for the love in your eyes

Gave me all that I needed and much more besides.

There were times when the valleys took all of our strength

Waters flooded our path inch by inch

Waves bent us back, but we determined to pay

Any price, any calling, to dance to any piper’s tune

To love, be together, at peace in one room.

Don’t dwell on my departure for the remains of the day

Rather, remember happy times and how often we played

Recall the joy you brought me all of those years

The love we have still rings in my ears.

Without fail, I love you, I love you, I love you, Darlene

From every stuttered word to each glaring gleam

I’ll tuck you in tonight, you won’t even know I’m near

But by my love that still burns, sizzles, and comforts your fears.

by Donna B. Comeaux, Freelance Writer and Author

In loving memory of Michael Jacobs who departed us December 8, 2004

Dated December 9, 2004

(Revised August 17, 2013)

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