Jasmine tea, sweet in the bowl. Its’ aroma drifts across the table to where you sit perusing the morning paper, the samurai hidden beneath reading glasses and the passage of night. At the clink of the cup in its’ saucer, your eyes lift to meet mine. We share a smile as our day begins, the essence of the night between us, ours alone. ___________________________ Shared on Poets United. Continue reading Warrior and Flower
The turquoise cleanliness is a pretense, an illusion. Beneath, the sky seeps scarlet from the purple of old bruises. A defoliant drenched earth erupts with deadly deceptive flora straining for a breath of blue. ________________________________________________ “The earth is mankind’s ultimate haven, our blessed terra firma.” ~~~Gilbert Adair Poem inspired by the photo above on One Stop Poetry. Continue reading Terra Firma Suffocation
Blackberries She slams the car door and begins the walk across the gravel lot toward the building. The way is familiar, the steps repetitive…..this is a path she follows at least twice a day, five days a week. Today becomes different. as she walks she looks up through the branches of the old oak trees that have lived here for decades. She looks at the blue sky, notices the purple morning glories climbing through the hedges. After crossing the street she glances to her left and her eyes light on a small bramble of……blackberries? Yes, blackberries. In the middle of … Continue reading Blackberries
Whenever I find myself wishing I lived alone, I’m going to remember this day. I’m going to remember the silence that is not peaceful, that is not only the absence of sound but the absence of you. I’m going to remember that you weren’t here when I turned to share a thought or here to ask why when the caller ID didn’t work. You weren’t here when I needed help with the old dog nor when it was time to eat. I ate alone and it didn’t seem worth it – without you. I did my normal chores and the … Continue reading Jolt
It’s 4:41 in the morning and I can’t sleep. I’ve been tossing and turning for about two hours so I finally got up and got the computer and some peanut butter cups and I’m sitting in bed hoping to get some of these thoughts whirling in my head down on paper. Or rather, computer screen. Whatever. I can’t ever remember having done this before since I’m an easy sleeper and rarely have insomnia. I guess this is what this is: insomnia. She’s a companion I’m not familiar with except at times of extreme excitement or anxiety over an event coming … Continue reading Sleeping, Writing and My Lack Thereof
After The Night Let’s step down this street right now, washed bright as our shining faces in the early pre-dawn light. We’ll welcome the cool air of March on our skin and breathe in the scent of freshly baking pistolettes as we meander over cobblestones worn smooth over time by thousands of footsteps. We’ll watch the pigeons pecking for errant crumbs in the banquette cracks suddenly startled by the passing of a lone musician, coronet in one hand and fried chicken leg in the other, home-bound in his wrinkled white shirt, the echoes of last night’s melodies swirling around his … Continue reading NaPoWriMo: Day14 – After The Night
Capricious Craving Gentleness led to trust – the lightness of a touch, the feathered brush of a cheek, the whisper of a kiss. An intimate world is a delicate refuge. Alone, the fantasy crumbles. Continue reading NaPoWriMo: Day 13 – Capricious Craving
We’ll Do It One Day She once had dreams that soared but he sliced them into ribbons and tied her down to earth. Continue reading NaPoWriMo: Day 12 – We’ll Do It One Day
Napoleon Ave Gargoyle perched above Sending his silent message Find your happy place ______________________________ For about 8 years I was actively under the care of a doctor. I went to his office on Napoleon Ave weekly, sometimes several times a week. After examination or the latest procedure I would wait in his office for him and the revised treatment plan. He had a gargoyle perched on top of a tall bookshelf and I would silently talk to it while I waited. He was a good listener. After the storm (Hurricane Katrina) the doc moved to an office further way (his … Continue reading NaPoWriMo Day 11- Napoleon Ave
Freely Let Them Fall Our tears are the water of life, cleansing the debris left from suffering and grief, preparing the soil of our sensitivity, nourishing appreciation and forgiveness. __________________________________________________ The inspiration for this poem was the following passage: “The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.” ~~Elizabeth Kubler-Ross Continue reading NaPoWriMo: Day 10 – Freely Let Them Fall
