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Poetic Musings

That’s a lot of space,

For an empty heart,

To fill a room that was torn apart.

How do you do it? 

Stay around with aches and disregarded sound.

Beaten, but a trusted mind you’d say.

That’s a lie.

There is not always another day. 

I’m going to leave,

And enjoy the show,

The never-ending need to grow and love a different soul.

I think you should care to help yourself,

You’re aware.

Fix that massive hole in your heart,

It’s only the start. 

This morning I was going through old notebooks and journals, which I have many, where I scribble and scrabble thoughts, poems, songs, commentary about bills, ideas for a book, etc. (I should probably separate my thoughts from my bills and put into different books!)

The above poem I wrote at some point in 2023. I love stumbling on old poems cause it gives me insight to something I was going through at the time. Journals are definitely an emotional time capsule!

And while this poem was me blasting a thought to paper, ‘cause I can tell by my messy handwriting that I wrote it in one take, I don’t want to now tweak or edit it for a “better” poetic outcome because then it means I’m tweaking a memory. But I did change two words before posting this. Just to make a rhyme. (Eye rolling)

Have you ever looked back at old notes or journals to see where your mind and heart was? And then realize that you have grown so intensely?

Let me know.

X, L

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Poetic Ramblings – May 2, 2025

©️Laurie Markvart 2025

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Poetic Musings – 2025

You and Me

I’m in the wings,
But I need center stage.
I want the light,
But there’s comfort in the rage.

I could never tell,
Where I’d land.
But then came me,
Fading somewhere in you, convincedly.

I must fall back into me,
To get the love from you.
But I’ll leave you, maybe I’m gone,
Don’t shelve me, forget me; damn that’s another song.

A touch, a whisper,
No complaint.
A never-ending answer,
To my restraint.

© Laurie Markvart 2025

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Island Poem

I haven’t written a poem in three years. I’ve written song lyrics but not a poem for the sake of being just that. A poem. Words that rhyme and tell a story and take a heart somewhere. And yet poetry was my first love, even before music. So, welcome back the words and the joy.

Isn’t it stunning when we change our whereabouts, silence our racing mind, and let our muse come alive again? What is yours?

So, here on the island of Kauai, Hawaii, on a mini-vacation, I brought my journal/notebook/songbook/idea planner, lol, you get it – papers that are bound together for potential words, and out came a poem. I was staring at the stunning ocean, and the words came. Words had been vacant, but they arrived with the salt-dabbed winds of the Pacific:

Inspiration comes from nowhere,
And yet everywhere.
The browning of a leaf’s end,
The flowering of a dare.
The start of something new,
The ending of a flame.
Troubled thoughts that escape,
Feelings of love that remain.
Knowing when it’s done,
Believing love is not to be won.
Trials, passings, how time endures,
Facing our misgivings but reality cures.
Inspired by a breath to have, don’t forget.
No time travel back, no regret.
Faith in a future that’s yet to give,
A heart left open, time to live.

© 2023 Laurie Markvart

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Poetic Musings

Wistful, wasteful, nothing more is needed.

From you, all is gone.

A never-ending song is done.

Some notes can’t resonate forever.

Some lives won’t resonate together.

Notes and sounds end, but the meaning stays.

Wisdom isn’t cheap.

I’ve held education in my hands,

Only to let it go, to breathe.

Now I return to a former love,

A deviant and magnetic bitch.

But it’s a soulful forgiving pawn,

I trust the music more than myself.

I am a slave to its crime,

Bring me in, bring me closer.

Welcome me home as if I never left.

Treat me as the lover of your past and future.

© Laurie Markvart

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