The wounds are tender
Daily life wears away at the scars on my heart
Memories of you help me heal
But through salty tears
Memories also make the sting burn more
All the firsts without you are especially painful
Will the hurt lessen as time passes?
Is this pain the price I pay for you gracing my life?
They say we cannot embrace our blessings
Grief; it is devastating
But I wouldn’t give it up
If I had to trade away my life with you.
The shadow overtakes the foliage like a painter’s brush blotting the darker hues in the pallet.
Blots of deep green run across the leaves as they reach for the train.
The train is an infant’s mother. Rocking and rocking.
Heads bob along.
The loud hums of the engine drown out the sounds of the city.
My eyes scan the the storefronts, the outdoor cafes, the strollers and dog walkers.
What is on their agenda for the day?
With whom are they meeting?
Are they strolling through this autumn day or following a daily routine.
Music plays through my earbuds
Thoughts of daily deadlines swirl through my mind.
The announcement reminds me of my approaching destination.
My day begins as I long await another unraveling story during my evening commute.
We fight on…
50 years have been erased as some try to cancel “she”
Will WE ever again be heard?
Yes! Our fight has been renewed, the
Message of our inequality will whir
Over and over, travel east to west, the sound of
Our voices will resemble a parrot
Our strength will give power to our traveling wings.
Spring mornings, the sun blushes
The sky fills with her pink shimmer
She is Mother Nature’s beginner
Not only does she signal the start of my day
But also she announces the Earth to awaken
The tips of the branches have undertaken
The soil can no longer hold back the sprouts
However there remains some holdouts
They know Mother Nature changes her mind
In April she is temperamental
Yet this early Spring tease is transcendental
She looks and she mourns
They are cherished and shared
Hauntingly, they hold her back
This ending opens the door
To a new beginning
The smiles are afraid to run across, they crawl
She doesn’t have to forget
All won’t be lost
The remains remain
Within her heart
There is room for more.
The news was proposed
I was overjoyed; I clapped
They frowned and moaned
Promises and deals were counterattacked
They scowled and protested
I reassured fun will be had
They doubted and rejected
It really won’t be that bad
I had some allies
They made me smile
They gave me rise
We will go the mile
The month will be spent
I know they’ll be content
On all things poetry
In all of April, solely
Hello’s and Goodbye’s
It will change her or his world
Goodbye with a smile
Reconsidering life’s adventures,
Memories of celebrations and defeats flood me.
The regrets cloud my acclaims.
Too many times I was Atlas.
My joys are abundant.
The weight of my awards will always tip the scales.
This retrospective gives a balance to life’s details.
Time passes and our future approaches in an instant.
What is left may be obsolete or vintage.
Our purpose is created on rituals and habits.
Will the niche you leave have balance?
Magnanimous movements are memorialized.
Will yours be illustrious or notorious?