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Six Years Of Valentines
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Six Years Of Valentines
Six poems, one written each Valentine's Day from 1996 to 2001. They form a whole when read together, tracking the course of my long distance relationship with my now husband. Oddly enough, 2002 was our first Valentine's Day together, and no poem came to me. Perhaps this year it wasn't needed. :)
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Jenn Thomas-Orr
Jenn is an eclectic freak who spends her days writing and creating digital art, just for the love of it.
[April 2002]
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A Mother, A Friend, A Rock Solid Bitch (Poetry) A poem about my always interesting relationship with my mother. [402 words] [Relationships]
Didgeridoo (Non-Fiction) A review of a short performance I had the privilege of attending in Australia in 2001. [378 words] [Travel]
Nothing New (Non-Fiction) One woman's experience with surviving domestic abuse and moving on with life. [2,352 words]
Postage Stamp Dreams (Poetry) An accidental LSD dose at the age of seven years can have effects that last a lifetime. [308 words] [Mind]
Rainbow Storms (Poetry) Playing with poetry magnets and then doing a little bit of judicious editing resulted in one of the best poems I've ever written. [67 words] [Erotic]
Sanctify (Poetry) A poem about being on the outside of society, about being blessed with unconditional love, and about acceptance. [230 words] [Mystical]
See The Light? (Non-Fiction) Random memories about a father from a daughter who loved him. [1,807 words] [Biography]
Six Years Of Valentines
Jenn Thomas-Orr

Six years of Valentine's Day poems written to my beloved Isaac, these were written as separate poems, yet somehow they fit together to form a whole.

Valentine's Day, 1996

I opened my eyes in the night
and the smiling face of the Mother moon
was shining down on me.
Peace and tranquility.
I sought you in the darkness that covered me
like a warm and downy blanket
and there you were
your arms enfolding me
your lips caressing me

Valentine's Day, 1997

Perhaps this will be
A Valentine's Day to remember
Its bittersweet flavor
Our love flying across ether and air
But our arms empty

Something to tell our children about
Something to remember with wistful sighs
And great relief
That we will never have another one like this

Someday when we are old
And I look across the room at you
Greyhaired and rocking in your rocker
I will see you in a different light
Not old and bent and aged
But young, vibrant, your hair dark
Because that is how you will always look to me
It is how you look now
Even though I can't see you
I still see you in my heart
And that is how you look.

Perhaps this will be
A Valentine's Day to go down in history
As the last one
That either of us will spend alone.

Valentine's Day 1998

This years poem has been cancelled on account
of rain down my cheeks
and lack of a relationship worth writing about.

Valentine's Day, 1999

Time rolls around
Our fourth Lover's Day
Spent apart, like always.
This is the standard
for our relationship
the banner flying
from the turrets
signalling to a distant observer
Here I Am.

Just two weeks ago
I held you close in my arms
Now, my arms are empty
My soul is lost
I will not find it
until you come home to me
to stay.

Valentine's Day 2K

When I look at your sleeping face
I wonder, what are you dreaming about?
When I dream, I see castles in the air
Goblets raised in elegant hands
Coaches drawn by white horses
And happily ever afters.

I hate to wake up and see reality
The bed beside me empty
The pillow undented.
For a few hazy moments
I try to remember what is missing
Until it comes to me with crushing reality
You aren't here.

In my dreams, we are always together
Laughing and loving
Fighting and worrying
For better or worse
Nothing is worse than the distance
I'll take the bad days, if you are here
I've seen worse days, the empty bed days.

Loving you has not been easy
Struggling for your time
Your attention
Anger and frustration always in the back of my mind
Why won't you just get over here?
Pack your stuff and move.
What's the hold up?
Don't you love me?

So many times we have said
Enough, no more, good bye.
Yet somehow we can't stand by that
We always fix the breach
Stuck with each other
For better or worse.

Last month I woke up from my dreams
For the first time I didn't hate them
Because you're coming
You're on your way
Every morning now I am filled with joy

So what is this love we share?
It is something enduring
It's powerful, it's strong
It is a lifetime bonding
For better or for worse
We're bound to each other
You are a part of me
Every place I go, I carry you with me
You are never out of my thoughts
I can almost reach out and touch you
No matter the distance
Life bonded
For better or worse.

Valentine's Day, 2001

For a long time
was missing.

I couldn't quite put
my finger on it
but it was missing.
Not there.

I was not whole.

Lately, though
things have changed.

I have a sense of
No longer
am I foundering
lost and alone.

Now I am part
of a whole.

With two simple words
my life is

I did.
I do.
I always will.
As long as we both
shall live.


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