Lost Without Love
written by: Stuart M. Klimek
Beneath the bough of a fountain of leaves,
Below the tapestry of windblown weaves,
Where branches serve as sunlight sieves
She grieves for her lost love.
Deep in the domain where sadness teems,
Buried in a bellyache of silent screams,
Where heart and hope have busted seams,
She dreams of her lost love.
No fragrant flowers or fruit laden limbs
Will wrest away her worrisome whims,
As she dwells beneath the verdant stems
She dims in her lost love
She sits alone beneath the tree
Wishing and wanting to be forever free
Of the pain and the passion — that is her plea
But she is lost without love.
I have long considered myself a poet at heart. But for a county-wide essay contest regarding conservation in the Texas Panhandle, for which I won first prize, and a small number of collaborative works with my brother, Shawn M. Klimek, who is a published writer and poet, I have been previously unpublished. I am the third child of seven, born in Phoenix, Arizona, raised in Texas, served a tour in the US Army in West Germany, worked as a pizza cook and beekeeper's assistant while pursing a college degree, then with a career in California as a county government employee in software development and data management. I am currently retired and residing in the Philippines with my Filipino wife, daughter, and two step-children.
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