PoetryPause Blog – Matthew Ashbrook

Tag: Romance


by on Jun.13, 2019, under Poetry

Where passion ruled in infancy, a steady heart now steers

This ship of fate I sail upon with all my hopes and fears.

Seven years ago this day, I stood with you and still

The vows I took, I’d take today: I did, I do and will.

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by on Jan.27, 2019, under Poetry

On a bluff in California,
A tidal pool below,
Naked people frolicked
On drifting sand like snow.

We watched the sunshine gather
And kiss the unchained souls
Whose freedom of expression
Discarded weary roles.

Unfettered from the consequence,
We answered freedom’s call
To dance among the sagebrush found,
In sand our names would scrawl.

Beneath the glare of sunshine found
Abundant at the shore,
We shared the secrets lovers know,
Transformed forever more.

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by on Jan.22, 2019, under Uncategorized

for christina valdez

A long time ago,
In a world put away,
When youth was the order
And night was the day,
There was a young girl
That I knew by her smile
And a way she could place
My affections on trial.

Each day we’d walk
To a cozy spot near
And while away hours
In a dark atmosphere.
She excited my senses
And tangibly touched
The inner mechanics
Of the secrets I clutched.

Her charms were assorted,
Was laughter’s delight
And I easily melted
In the heat of her light.
She offered her body
But another’s was mine –
Temptation took Adam
But I stuck with the wine.

Translucent her spirit
As she orbits my time
Through years that have passed
In these lines I have rhymed.
I frequently wonder
What’s come of this girl,
In memory she’s kept
Like an oyster’s sweet pearl.

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August 29 1993

by on Aug.28, 2018, under Poetry

Verona Park
On an arched little bridge
Drawn over a creek
Beneath the north ridge,

I stood with a soul
That awakened a heart
That had died in decay,
Asunder, apart.

The Mayor of Clifton
Presided that day
And we exchanged vows
As the sun slipped away.

My children attended,
My parents as well
We joined in the marriage
Of life’s carousel.

To Westchester County,
Where her family would wait,
To welcome the pair,
To honor and fete.

A decade surreal
Would follow then haunt
When she packed up her things
And left nonchalant.

Disappointment and hurt
Blew in on the wind,
Though change is expected
It will leave you chagrined.

I fled to the woods
To fill in the hole
That she left in her wake
And rekindle my soul.

Found comfort in fauna
And friends I’d acquaint;
From strings of Gibson,
In the music I paint.

She frequently visits
My thoughts now and then
And lives inbetween
Ihe lines that I pen.

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Bell Curve

by on Jul.16, 2018, under Poetry

She was tall
And she was lean,
Freckled with
The Irish gene.

Quick to smile,
Quick to laugh;
At thirty-one
She joined my staff.

For a decade
Side by side
Up and down
On every ride.

A melody
Upon the staff;
In the end,
A Bell Curve graph.

Books and movies,
Songs and verse
Start and end,
It’s nature’s curse.

And that was that,
The whole in half –
No more freckles,
No more laugh.

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by on Mar.01, 2018, under Poetry

I like the way I feel
When she’s sitting next to me;
It’s not a feeling of what’s gone
Or a future that might be;
A feeling of some comfort
And contentment through and through;
A feeling of well-being
Though defining’s hard to do.
Kind of like a promise lost
When days turn into night
But just as it is getting dark
She reaches for the light.

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by on Sep.18, 2017, under Poetry

In the vacuum of departure,
Your presence becomes thought;
Distilled into the memory,
The presence you had brought.

In a town of too few people,
Fewer can be felt;
And loss intensely written
On those to whom it’s dealt.

Upon the vapor trailing,
Behind the parting jet,
The sediment of spirit
And you, I’ll not forget.

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by on Jan.14, 2016, under Poetry

Let’s go away
To a faraway place,
Slip through the cracks
And leave not a trace;

To the edge of the earth,
To the edges of time,
Where the primitive woods
Exists in its prime.

And feast from the fruit
Of the leaves and the seeds,
With nothing to want
While the world recedes.

No words to be spoken,
No memory to fog
The story we’ll live
Beyond the prologue

For all that we’ve left,
Not a moment we’ll grieve
Lost in the rapture
Of Adam and Eve.

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Bound Up In Twine

by on Jan.13, 2016, under Poetry

When we first met
I pictured you
Decades down the line:
In flowing skirt,
Your hair bound up in twine.

Your eyes would sparkle
Just the same;
For time would take no toll;
My empty heart
Inside the rabbit hole.

Seated in
An artist’s loft
Surrounded by your work –
The sculptures
With your paintings and
Your Mona Lisa smirk.

But visions of
The dreams I have
Awaken with the dawn;
Between the vision
And the dream,
I wake and you are gone.

Perhaps you put
Your art away,
Your palette and your paint
And settled like
So many do,
Subdued by life’s restraint.

But when we loved
I pictured you
Decades down the line:
In flowing skirt,
Your hair bound up in twine.

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Off the Grid

by on Jan.30, 2014, under Poetry

Years ago
And out of town
A couple lay
Their bodies down.

Made a home,
And made a kid,
Chose a life
That’s off the grid.

Raised the child
On homegrown food
And stories from
Their childhood.

Solace sought
In starlit skies,
Communing with
The fireflies.

Their child lured
By city lights,
Departed then
For neon nights.

Now bodies wrapped
In wrinkled lace,
The years in furrows
On their face,

Cloaked by time,
Behind its drape,
The only thing
They can’t escape.

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