I Lost my Blankie

Missing your Warmth

My blanket is gone and it was key

Locking me into safest security

Now like a babe afraid of the dark

Somehow, someway, I miss the mark

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Where did you go and why did you flee

Alone to interpret this calamity

Not strength to withstand one remark

Somehow, someway, I miss the mark

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Each day and another lesson for me

No cover exists, there’s no guarantee

New journeys beckon on which to embark

Somehow, someway, I miss the mark

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You are the owner and not a lessee

Of my heart that I gave complete and free

Don't toss it aside, don't put it in park

So, somehow, someway, I miss the mark

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A lifeline I throw out to the sea

Me and the rescue to gather in thee

Bridge to my heart, no don’t disembark

So somehow, someway, I don’t miss the mark

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An Apology, I hate missing you

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Bel Marshall 5 years ago from Michigan

Amy,

You have such an amazing way of putting heartbreak into words. As always wonderful writing!


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Amy Becherer 5 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Thank you, Bel, for your generous comments. You made my day.


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epigramman 5 years ago

...again as I see in all of your pieces is an intellectual tension in which only the great writers can maintain - much like walking the proverbial tightrope - and you never fall - because you have the perfect poetic balance and never waver. There is always much more going on behind the scenes - you don't spell everything out too clearly - and it is this cerebral poetic labryinth which guarantees to keep the epi-man's mind

inspired and engrossed for many re-reads to come .......


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Amy Becherer 5 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Thank you, Colin. As always, your comments inspire re-reads as the thrill of the first read is never enough!


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BobbiRant 5 years ago from New York

What a wonderful video and a wonderful way to express the heartbreak you had and now the thrill of embarking on a brand new life adventure. I love this poem, a wonderful way to express a gauntlet of emotions you have and are now feeling.


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Amy Becherer 5 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Words from you are so anticipated from me, BobbiRant. Thank you for your brilliant feedback.


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drbj 5 years ago from south Florida

Amy - Your poem is delightful; hope you don't mind my fanciful spin:

Your 'blankie' is gone - your mom took it from you,

You no longer need it. You are forty two.


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Amy Becherer 5 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

drbj, now I feel like I really belong...oh, and thanks for the compliment!


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shynsly 5 years ago from Sierra Vista, AZ

Don't have anything whimsical or witty to say,

Other than thank-you for a new beautiful poem every day.


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A.A. Zavala 5 years ago from Texas

Aching, soulful, awesome. The void and security will return, and the warmth that resided in your heart will flame up again. Thanks for sharing.


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Amy Becherer 5 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

shyandsly, Are you kidding? You even created a poem in your comment! It is perfectly whimsical and witty! Thank you, my friend, Tim.

Augustine, thank you for your support and beautiful commentary. I always appreciate your time.


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Micky Dee 5 years ago

Very warm, loving, and lonely. Beautiful heartbreak. Another great write Amy. The video/music is just spot on and beautiful! Yes Ma'am!


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Amy Becherer 5 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Your beautiful words warm my heart, Micky Dee. Thank you very much. Oh, and thank you for noticing the music. I can tell you are a true music lover. I have always liked music, but since starting here at the hub, I am taking more time to explore it and realize it is a very powerful art form.


ralwus 5 years ago

I'm just a 'wild' man who likes to lie naked in the grass, but now it's covered in snow. Now there is a journey's beckon on which to embark. It is cleansing as well.


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Amy Becherer 5 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

ralwus, you are wild and you are deep, man. Your writing, including your comments are always meaningful and, at least for me, require a 2nd or 3rd visit as there is always more beneath the surface. Always glad to see you!


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tonymac04 5 years ago from South Africa

Somehow growing up (at whatever stage of life!) is very often associated with pain of some kind. I guess one way to look at this situation is "you don't need a 'blankie' anymore, but a blanket to keep you warm would be nice"!

Thanks for sharing.

Love and peace

Tony


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Amy Becherer 5 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

A year ago I would have said, half-heartedly, I agreed Tony. Today, I say with conviction, I agree wholeheartedly...There are no guarantees in life and when it rains, I have my own umbrella to sheIter me. I am more grown up today.


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tirelesstraveler 4 years ago from California

A writer who can pen grief is marvelous. Nice work.


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

tirelesstraveler, I'm glad you found your way to my place. I'd forgotten about this one and took the reminder to re-read. Thank you for your visit and wonderful words. Don't be a stranger.

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