Embrace [POETRY]

EMBRACE

Where do you go when you feel the bump

Of timid arms, bringing you into an embrace

That calms you from the pain that is a fixture

Of a saddened world that makes werewolves howl

Outside your window, making you less lonely

When you finally give into firm resolve

So give in at last to what you resolve

Will give you hope and finally bump

Your heart back from the realm of the lonely

And you return that timed embrace

But if you hug too hard, your love will howl

And maybe your love won’t become a fixture

So how does your love become romantic fixture

And how do you make true feelings resolve

Into more than a poetic lover’s midnight howl

So take a chance, step over that bump

Lose yourself in the first of many an embrace

That makes you forget what it is to be lonely

When you have love, do not forget the lonely

Nor let them forget when you were a fixture

In conversations of longing to know an embrace

That was offered with such sweet resolve

That suddenly your heart goes bump, bump, bump

And blood rushes up to make your ears howl

So listen up, is that a werewolf’s howl

Does he know what it is to be so lonely

That you feel how hard your heart can bump

When you realize you are no more than a fixture

Always expected to stand by without your own resolve

And no other monster will offer their embrace

But even a monster finds another to embrace

One who can share their sad midnight howl

So monster or princess, you must resolve

That you will not allow yourself to be lonely

Or just a small part in someone else’s story, a fixture

That they might write off and choose to bump

Steel your resolve, offer an embrace

And if midnight makes a bump, don’t howl

Don’t choose to be lonely, don’t choose to be a fixture

I was challenged to try a new poetic form, a sestina. I clearly have not mastered it. (Also, I didn't choose my initial six words and those six really wanted this to be much naughtier.) Hope it amuses you.

IN ISOLATION

We thought we were trapped, left alone

But that isn’t true, we can’t condone

Letting go of those we love, when we

Can reach out in a million different ways

So wherever you are, know someone prays

To hold you close once more and waits

Until the sadness and sickness abates

So we can meet one more under the sun

And share more great moments with everyone

This was a little bonus poem since I skipped yesterday. Happy Monday, people.