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Poetry Podcast: Cupid Sings the Blues

To honor Valentine’s Day, I created a podcast called Cupid Sings the Blues on my Podbean podcast …. Poetry: The Memoir of the Soul.

Why is Cupid sad? Tune in to find out. You will hear poems by rivrvlogr (one of our fellow WordPress Poets), Robert Burns, Ben Jonson, and myself. The episode is under 30 minutes.        https://meelosmom.podbean.com/e/cupid-sings-the-blues/

For all the episodes, …. https://meelosmom.podbean.com. Simply go to the link. The podcast episodes are listed below the site image. Click on an episode title, relax, and enjoy! When you have time, check out my other podcasts. 

I am new at this art form, so bear with me as I learn the ropes. 🌹

It’s just you and me, no team. We are enjoying tea or coffee and thoughts on one thing or another.

If you would like to contribute poetry to my podcast, email a word document with your poems. In the subject line, let me know the submissions are for the podcast. I can work the poem(s) into a theme. Also, in the body of the email, tell me any pertinent information you would like me to include in my podcast to support your work. Maybe you have a new poetry book, or would like to promote your blog.

Thank you for your support!

©Barbara Leonhard, https://extraordinarysunshineweaver.blog; https://meelosmom.podbean.com

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Poem · Poetry

Status: Unfriended

We took for granted those easy days,

believing in bonds, implicit contracts,

soul groups, & kinships. Hugs were warm

& kisses real. We could smell the hot coffee

brewing for the brunches.

 

Life…the miles…

left us in the wilderness

without food or drink or matches,

only emojis, tags, and Messenger.

 

We foraged & survived.

We still upheld each in

sickness & in health

with laughter, long chats,

likes, dislikes, loves, hearts,

birthday greetings & get-well wishes.

 

Then into the cloud, you suddenly leave,

a departure unannounced…unexpected.

An enigma now separates us

without the tough talk

that can actually heal us –

Why?

 

A quick impulse?

A quandary of loyalties?

A careless regard for our Light?

A boundary?

Jealousy?

Revenge?

Fear?

 

The vase that held our flower has smashed.

Can gold ever realign the deep rifts in this vessel?

Who will mop up the mess that is us?

 

Our paths split on the labyrinth –

Will this winding course ever lead us to

rediscovery and reclamation –

or to isolation?

 

We slip away from memories

as though Death claims us.

Shock & grief swell though

there is no memorial,

no grave to tend to.

 

All that is not aligned falls away.

Was this connection illusory?

Status: Unfriended. Heart Broken

 

©Barbara Harris Leonhard, extraordinarysunshineweaver.blog

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