Soul swept breathless.
I remember that April,
she stole my soul,
windswept her platinum hair,
tugged it from my flesh.

Taut buds were bursting,
against pastel green,
as her tank top,  
swept over her firm
curves below,
in defense of what
any victor would spoil.

Her eyes
spring water blue,
washed over me,
as her petulant lips,
bent in a show of approval.

Whatever we murmured about
that day was lost,
in the warm breezes,
of a season long gone.

But I recall the
fresh scent of her,
it lingers even
this distance from
our sweet youth.

I still salivate,
over that hollow spot
behind her ear,
and the way her
lips brushed mine,
as soft as pussy willows,
sweeping my soul away,
and much later,
draining my passion,
in a swallow,
and a song.

 But many Aprils

have passed since then,

from love way back when

and I should move on,

in this March,

walk away from

what never can be,

come what May,

set me free.

I knew an April once
soft as a butterflies wings
poised over tulips

I Knew An April Way Back When-by-Matthew F. Blowers III

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The Hollow-Days Of Addiction.
(A Christmas message for all )

Christmas has come back again
For the third year in a row
And we haven't seen 
our precious son
Ever since he had to go
To jail then off to rehab
Then violating 
two probation's
the court ordered no contact
So we've had no conversations
Cause he'd abused 
his Mom so much
Leaving her soul terrified
and came after me so angrily
Every time that he got high
we both tried in 
every way we could
But then we had to say goodbye....


Christmas on drugs and alcohol 
Was never a good mix
Hanukkah plus cruel addictions
Just brings candle sadly lit
Santa Claus and faith in God
Are not enough to bring a fix
Only he can save himself
No one else can heal his needs
That have made both our hearts bleed
while he spends his hollow days
Struggling to find ways to succeed.


He'll spend another Christmas
In sober living all alone
Far away from both his parents
Knowing that he can't come home
And it cuts us deeply to the bone
Cause our tough love is no fun
But drugs and alcohol have stolen
Our most precious son
Until he proves that he is cured
and his addictions are all done.

So if you too are like our son
Suffering the same afflictions
I hope this poem moves you to flee
Back to the true life 
you've been missing
Because those who 
love you can't survive
Living with the endless friction
Of your lies and thefts 
And thier hopes left swept
Underneath your opposition
Your loved ones all must separate
themselves from your positions
Of your loving highs even as they cry
Over your tragic conditions
Leaving you alone 
while they sit at home
Praying for you and each one wishing
That you will give all that you've lost
Some serious recognition
Before you end up lying 
Under a marble inscription
that leaves them all 
Without your love
Another victim of addiction
so many others just like you 
Have faced Death's Benedictions....



By- Matthew F.Blowers III-(C)-2022
at Art-Whimsically Yours Studio
This poem is dedicated to ny son,
my only child who has been 
through his fault alone absent from
my wife and I for 3 years 
without contact

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