Category Archives: Love

Words, words, words

11/28/2020

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Filling a page with scratches,

With symbols of despair.

Desperate to find meaning

Through markings in space.

Combining words

Over and over again

Different varieties

Unique variations

Until they sound important.

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But they aren’t.

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There is more meaning

In an empty page

Then in all the countless pages

I have filled.


loved love

I have someone whom I loved,

love.

 

she is not far away,

nearly.

 

I only think of happy times,

sadly.

 


afraid

 

I’m not afraid of dying

Because there’s no one in my life

I’m afraid of losing.

 

 

 


or since you

there were moments of pure happiness

that I experienced with you

that I experienced with no other

before you

or since you

 

but you made me angry

and you made me sad

and I felt loneliness

even while holding your hand

and I never felt that way

before you

or since you

 

now there is emptiness

a hole in my whole

and whatever I do

it’s never complete

because you are missing from my life

 

people talk of soul mates

I don’t know if they exist

but I never thought

that life was so precious

before you

or since you

 

 

 


In Love’s Twilight

In Love’s Twilight

My ninth book but who’s counting?

Two One-Act plays with small casts and minimal sets about senior citizens.

The Colliers, is an award winning comedy about the Collier brothers, who stayed with each other to the bitter end.
Fresh Yogurt, is a play which reminds us that it is never too late to fall in love.

Price  $8.99

Paperback: 88 pages
Publisher: TKOIC Publishing (December 13, 2019)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 1463743106
ISBN-13: 978-1463743109

Available through Amazon   https://www.amazon.com/dp/1463743106

Or on my website – http://www.afwinter.com


Love is like Christmas 11/16/16

Love is like Christmas

The smell of freshly

Baked ginger cookies

From grandma’s kitchen

The brightly lit homes

Filled with welcomes welcome

The beautifully decorated tree

Holding gently

Memories of a lifetime,

Ornaments passed from

Generation to generation,

From friend to friend.

 

I walk down the quiet street,

Listening to the holiday parties

The laughter,

The stories

Of good times past

And memories of good friends passed.

Their lives continue

In the retelling of traditions

And of recipes recreated.

 

I walk down the happy street

Where tomorrow morning

Children will rise,

Jumping on their parent’s bed

Gleefully yelling,

Santa was here, Santa was here!

The living room will soon be filled with

Mountains of discarded wrapping paper and

The laughter of children

As they investigate the warranties of their gifts.

 

I stop outside my home.

The darkened rooms.

There is no smell of cookies.

No tree with brightly

Wrapped presents beneath.

 

Love is like Christmas for me.

Never had it, never will.

And the expectation every year,

Of what Santa will bring,

Of what love will bring,

Makes my home a prison,

Sentenced to my gloomy rooms,

Waiting for release.

I walk away from my prison cell

To a darker corner of my town.

 

Mrs. Wilson’s husband passed.

It is the first Christmas without him.

Their only son died in Vietnam

So very long ago.

She sits alone with a scrapbook,

And smiles with tears in her eyes.

 

Mr. Paneer’s wife left him,

Along with the kids.

She always trimmed the tree.

He didn’t buy one this year.

He wouldn’t, he couldn’t.

He drinks another round while

Looking into the empty corner.

 

Mr. Murry died last fall.

His house is dark.

A For Sale sign sits out front.

And that is all that is left of Mr. Murry.

 

I stopped.

A light snow falling down,

Seemed to glisten in the streetlight’s glow.

Dancing, dancing,

Slowly falling.

I held my hand out.

A snowflake landed in my palm

A moment before melting.

Love is like Christmas,

Like Christmas indeed.

 

From Sleeping With Macbeth By A.F. Winter


Words part 2

I used to know what love is.

But now I count my steps

And watch my calories.

God only gives us,

what we can handle.

 


sometimes

I know you’ve heard this a hundred times,

and you don’t need to hear again,

but sometimes it just helps to know,

there’s someone who will listen.

 

I know that life is complicated

too many square pegs forced into round holes,

chipped and broken in an attempt to make things fit,

in an attempt to make things easy,

but sometimes complicated can be tolerated,

because life is rarely simple.

and sometimes it just helps to know

there’s someone who will listen.

 


men are stupid

men are stupid

yes we are

and I am the stupidest

one by far

we only want one thing

and when we don’t get it,

we become bitter angry children cursing the world and its loveliness.

 

never realizing

without being loving

we can never be loved.

without being kind

kindness evades us

without being open

all doors remain closed.

 

 

 So true! So true!!

I agree with you.

Very true.

 


If I 092819

If I spent my whole life with you,

And you died before me,

I would become

Angry, bitter, hateful,

Cursing the heavens

And the earth as well.

Forgetting all joyous memories

In the torturous present

Until my poor heart broke

And I was tortured in my solitude

No more.

 

We only spent a few years together

And I still mourn

For what might have been.

 

Sometimes life is kind

in its cruelty.