Murmurs of life’s
Long last breath.
Heavy and smooth
River rocks.
Category: Poetry
To My Family
I want you to know
That wherever I live
You have a place with me.
No matter your troubles
Even if I live on the floor of the forest
Or on a cliff overlooking the sea
All that I have is yours.
You need not worry
Where you will find a home.
Winter
After days
Of persistent wind,
The bells are silent.
Small Gifts
Too many times I’ve brought you dust,
Empty shells and things that rust.
You’ve turned these small gifts into gold,
Something warm from something cold.
Paper, metal, cloth and clay,
Bits of earth, broken shards,
A hundred stones turned into stars.
No one’s heart holds half as much,
As little bits of this and such.
Summer for the Senses
The air is soft and heavy.
The scent of jasmine and orange blossoms.
A boy sits by the lavender.
Where’d you get all those scars?
Born tiny but came tough.
White blonde. Green eyes. Under Mercury.
Born into deep love. Enough to keep me safe? Nobody knew.
That dark morning when paralysis came. Then months in helpless isolation.
Only to fall. The pavement won. Muscles failed to protect. A broken skeleton.
I came tough. Rose up. But was knocked down again.
Saws, knives… cutting into bone and flesh.
Shoulder bolt. Only to bend when met with a wall.
Again deep bone cutting. Another bolt. A scalpel slip.
Pathways of feeling and blood severed. Spilling everywhere.
But I came tough. Big, deep, wide painful scars encircles shoulder and slices across my chest.
Forever a reminder; I came tough. I can carry that cast.
I can carry pounds of plaster, though it leaves a dent in my hip and covers just one breast.
I played hard. I was not crippled or disabled Mom and Dad said.
I danced, played music, wrote stories, played sports. Kissed boys.
I fell but got up again, bleeding. Scars on my knees to prove it. I came tough.
I’ll leave here tough.
Sweet Rose Buds! Too soon gone.
Fragrant chubby rose buds.
You stayed beyond your bouquet.
How can I discard you?
Alas! I cannot.
December Morning
Sitting in my warm bed covered in a wool shawl. Candles and incense are lit with a cup of fragrant coffee at hand while the rain pummels the world outside in the dark morning light.
Make Me Cry
Fleeting memories
Of moments of passion
So deep and precious
Make me cry.
Night Sky, Night Sky
Night sky – night sky
Endless night sky.
Mountains and hills
Holding the glow of the sun
As it falls behind.
Earth that gives rise to life
Feild and sand
Bluff and slope.
Birth dies
Gives rise to life.
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