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(When these were originally published online they came with a bunch of hashtags.)

Only the Broken-Hearted

Where do the pillow-cried, lonely night desperate tears go, when love has left my bedside? Only the broken-hearted know. Why am I alone again, feeling sad and so low. Will I ever get over this pain? Only the broken-hearted know. When will I ever feel whole? When will my tears dry? When will I have a mended soul? Only the broken-hearted know.

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Rainy Night

“Rainy Night in Georgia” came from an a.m. station, through the worn speakers of my pickup, as we worked on steaming windows, on a muddy July evening in North Dakota.

Through the worn speakers of my pickup, came songs sung with feeling and passion, done in 3 1/2 minutes to fit the time allotment. Onto the next track, after a word from sponsors.

As we worked on steamy windows, thunder outside and the radio blasting, competed with the rumble of a big block Ford, and sounds of our passion, to create a symphony.

On a muddy July evening in North Dakota, after dinner, and a movie, with a pint of Bacardi Black, we stopped at North Hill, an hour before we had to get kids from the babysitter.

Lou Marin was born and raised in the western hills of Maine, then spent 20 plus years wandering the country and world in the United States Air Force. He is a published poet and short story writer who now mostly writes faith based devotionals. He lives in Bethel, Maine. His five poetry anthologies, published by Publish America and entitled, Awash With Words, Old Waves, New Beaches, Whisper of Waves, and Sea To Shining Sea, Version 1 and 2, are available in print and online.