Run its Course

Beneath the storm clouds the air hung offbeat

As if love was waiting its chance to take retreat

Instead, collapsing on itself in cold silent defeat

While the perfume you gave me still smells sweet

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Sudden the sun slid sly seeking solace from the heat

Wicked the wind that whipsawed the willful wheat

Slight tipped the balance as fall's tears turned to sleet

While the perfume you gave me still smells sweet

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Stoic soldiers stood a snows stockpile with planted feet

Weight on dead branches snap splintered upon a slick street

Pale ghosts took flight while cold memories stole their seat

Yet the perfume you gave me still smells sweet

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Spring a shy bride blushes her bold beauty to earth's receipt

Ingratiating youthful hope in the worn eyes she dares meet

Conniving new paths where love has run its course deplete

While the perfume you gave me still smells sweet

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Beneath the storm clouds, once, the air hung offbeat

Commingling sparks flash and burn on heart's of concrete

Summer passes without regret, rain cries its song complete

While the perfume you gave me still smells sweet

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epigramman 4 years ago

....well dear Amy you always perfume your words with the sweetest scent but your artistic vision doesen't necessarily end there - because with every 'sweet' story there seem to be many 'sour' stories as well and you are not afraid to pull any poetic punches with pat and happy endings - your world of fiction which often takes it cue from real life and the news we watch on tv and read in the paper leaves your readers sometimes with more questions than answers and such is life - but you succeed with the most powerful tool that any writer has to offer - to stir our emotions and our intellect as one into thinking, feeling and reaching within ourselves to this life we call the human drama.

You speak as an angel but also as a devil's advocate - and it's that duality which allows you to transcend the poetry genre and take it into different exciting directions.

Although Google may have 'run its course' because that search engine is now known as GOOGLE NEEDS HELP everytime I go there and look up another new word that you have taught me.

lake erie time 9:02pm


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btrbell 4 years ago from Mesa, AZ

Your words simply flow. The cadence, the topic, it all works to bring together a beautiful story! Thank you for always seeming to know what to say! up and awesome!


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Mhatter99 4 years ago from San Francisco

Now you know I love it! Extremely masterfully executed. Congratulations and thank you.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Dear epigramman, This one is an ode to Paul, who I divorced 2 years ago. He was good to me in many ways; he bought me Angel perfume, after all, and most importantly, my angel Scottie, MacGregor. For that alone, I will always have a special place in my heart for him. He wanted to make me happy. Unfortunately, the dynamics of the "blended family" involved some important, influential people, being, his children and my daughter, who proved to be a tumultuous, divisive and destructive force in our marriage. No one was happy, mostly he and I, and it was time to move on with our lives. Though I don't want to limit the imaginations of my readers, I want to offer the inspiration for this personal but somewhat obscure piece.

Thank you for your mind-blowing, encouraging words of support for my work, Mister C. Your comments make me laugh, cry, and first and foremost, happy beyond words.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Dearest Randi, Your comments always leave me dancing a "happy dance", at least in my head! And as far as knowing what and how to say it, girl, you got it! Bless you, my friend.


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epigramman 4 years ago

Thank you Amy for your clarity and honesty behind the inspiration of this piece ......


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Dear Mhatter, Now you've done it! I had to go back and re-read my own piece to try to figure out what I said to deserve the very words I love to hear. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Thank you for giving me the opportunity to 'splain my truth, Colin. I feel there's not much reason to write if it's not, at the very least, honest. And, mainly, I feel I am in the company of friends. Sending love to you from me in St. Lou.


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Faith Reaper 4 years ago from southern USA

Amy, Beloved One . . .

I love how you describe it from the beginning when it all started to run its course (with the clouds being dark), as each new season came and went, yet the perfume he gave you still smells sweet . . . oh me, every single time I read your work I am just blown away by your sheer talent.

Since you've started to add videos . . . you always pick the perfect one to go along with your written words, which really do not need a video, but I do love Train, I must say.

Voted Way up once again and sharing everywhere

I'll have to try to catch up on all of the great writing here of late no doubt.

You are a treasure like no other here on HP!

In His Love Always, Faith Reaper


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lrc7815 4 years ago from Central Virginia

Amy, I am and never will be a poet but you - are the essence of poetry. This is beautifully written and reads like a melody. I loved it!


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Dearest Faith, Thank you from the bottom of my heart, my friend. Calling you friend makes me feel rich in all the ways that count. Your kindness makes me feel like I am in the presence of family.

I hope your mom is doing better, Faith. I just got word that my 90-year old, ex-mother in law, who I help with housekeeping, fell and broke her hip. She tried to tough it out, but the pain made her reconsider her decision to avoid going to the hospital. She had surgery this afternoon. The prognosis is good, but at 90, she's been through a lot. She is blind and is mobile with a walker due to polio as a child. Being able to live in her small gov't subsidized apartment means the world to her, but I am worried that she may end up in a nursing home, which was her greatest fear. Say a prayer for her, Faith, and I will, too.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Oh, Linda, I think you are a poet. I've read your work, including the beauty you posted most recently about a tree, and it was magnificently poetic. Even your comment reads poetic! Thank you so much, Linda, for reading this piece and leaving me your lovely thoughts.


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Curiad 4 years ago from Lake Charles, LA.

"Beneath the storm clouds the air hung offbeat, As if love was waiting its chance to take retreat, Instead, collapsing on itself in cold silent defeat ,While the perfume you gave me still smells sweet."

The love of the two trying to find peace among dissent and resistance. I know this too well.

Mark


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Thank you, Mark. It is suffocating, and impossibly destructive. It changed me. Fairytales...bah humbug. One thing I learned that's true is "What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger."

I played "powerball" with high hopes and then I remembered what I'd learned. Fairytales...bah humbug! Take care of yourself, Mark.


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always exploring 4 years ago from Southern Illinois

"Love waiting it's chance to take retreat" How many have had that feeling? You say it in words that many can understand and relate to, and the perfume, it lasts a very long time. I have a bottle of Opium from long ago. Your poetry is so wonderful and touches the heart and only you would think of perfume as the lasting affect of a love in times past. Brilliant Amy..Hugs my friend..


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

My ex, Paul, really tried to please me, Ruby. I realized it and was very grateful, but the outside forces ripped me apart and consequently our relationship. Paul introduced me to Angel perfume, still my favorite, and brought my most precious MacGregor home to me for Christmas. There was good and there was bad, as in all relationships, but mainly I remember the good. He is a good man and cute, too! LOL

Thank you, Ruby, for not only reading this, but understanding. You are a treasured friend of mine. Hugs..


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Faith Reaper 4 years ago from southern USA

Oh me, precious Amy,

I am so very sorry about your 90-year old mother-in-law, bless her heart. I am praying right now dear one, and I thank you too for such sweet words to me. She sounds like a very strong woman. It does pain one so very much to see a loved one in such a state. Over the Thanksgiving holiday, my mother was very weak and had a couple of rough days, but today, they removed the nose oxygen and she is breathing well on her own. Also, they had her sitting in a chair for about an hour. So she is making progress.

Love you, Faith Reaper


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Oh, Faith, I didn't realize your mother was so ill. I thought maybe she was suffering an aged related illness that impacted her independence, but not her life. I am so sorry, Faith. I will keep her in my prayers. My mother-in-law, Irene, has a little shelf right where she sits in the kitchen, where she has a small statue and a rosary, an alter of sorts. She prays everyday, but she is not fanatical. She is very sweet. Because she is so sweet and sincere, I turn to prayer more often now than I once did. She is a good person and her quiet example shines brighter than preaching any day, at least for me.

Thank you so much, Faith. Please take care of yourself, too. Love you, my friend.


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BobbiRant 4 years ago from New York

Love it! Sometimes love does run its course. Sometimes it is best it does, freeing us to be the person we always knew we were and are. Great way of putting it in this wonderful poem.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

I spent a lot of years trying to minimize how miserable I felt; unfilled, criticized, critiqued into a pile of inadquacies. I stayed too long, afraid of an unpredictable autoimmune disease, staying more to feel secure than happy. When I figured out that no one is guaranteed anything more than the moment we are in, and I felt I would lose my mind if I allowed one more moment being controlled by someone I no longer liked, there was no debate that I had to leave. I no longer mourn the loss of the years I spent deciding if the problem was me, or if it was fixable. It was what it was. I doubt I would treasure my independence now if it had been easy. I am not lonely at all living on my own. I have learned to say "no." I have come a long way, Bobbi. Life is no longer a mundane, list of someone else's demands. Each day is now a gift; exciting, with new learning experiences. My triumphs are mine, as well as my mistakes. And, all of it, is so very, very good. I believe that romantic love, like everything else, isn't always permanent. When it is held to promises that nothing else in life holds, some grab on with all their might rendering love to ownership. But, slavery was abolished a long time ago, and even animal lovers prefer the term caregivers to owners regarding their pets.

Thank you, Bobbi, for your thought provoking, beautifully honest message. You always make me think. Love to you from St. Lou, my friend.


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Minnetonka Twin 4 years ago from Minnesota

Hi Amy-This poetic piece is an amazing master piece that brings your reader into their own experience of love and loss. Your metaphors of the seasons in relationship to the ending of a partnership is poetic genius. I also want to tell you that I just re-read your profile description and it blows me away. You have such a way with words my friend-I too have to look up some of your vocabulary words, so thanks for educating me. I hit every button except for funny and voted up.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Your message to me, Minnetonka Twin, utterly blows me away. You confirm my hopes that I'm on the right path. I love writing, my friend, and it's readers like you that make my heart sing. Your meaningful way with words blessed me with the priceless gift of your encouragement and support. You brought me an early Christmas, Minnetonka Twin, and I thank you from the bottom of my heart.


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Minnetonka Twin 4 years ago from Minnesota

Oh dear Amy-you are welcome but I speak the truth. You have a very precious gift of writing. You made my Christmas too by your kind message to me. Keep on writing my friend as it's incredible.


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drbj 4 years ago from south Florida

Life's lessons are sometimes almost too difficult to bear, but you, dear Amy, find a way to teach and guide your reader poetically through the shoals and around the rocks to safe harbor. As you have taught yourself.

Thank you for this insightful, worthy message, m'dear.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Speaking of 'poetic', dear drbj, no one is more so than you. "through the shoals and around the rocks to safe harbor"....wish I'd said that! Thank you for your meaningful, touching message, my friend.


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BlossomSB 4 years ago from Victoria, Australia

Truly beautiful and you see things and can explain them with such clarity.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Awww, Blossom, you say things in the most beautiful way. Thank you so much, my friend.


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Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

Voted up and beautiful. Such a wonderful poem. There are many scents which we associate with many different things and people. Passing this on.


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Amy Becherer 4 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Gypsy, You are an awesome friend. Thank you for your encouragement and the great compliment of passing this piece on. Bless you, dear Gypsy.

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