Tag: poetry
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Summer Heat
sunshine bursting from the skyunyielding in its glorymarveling at the ground’s warmth thatmake our hearts lightexcitement thrumming through our veinsracing through our blood happiness for the vacation aheadenergetic and chipperall the family togetherto enjoy this vacation time -
Who I Never Was
You can’t see me Because you are a ghost Dwelling somewhere in the past— Like you’re caught between walls A lugubrious floorboard Creaking with memories of me— Of what I used to be, Who I never was— Snapshots of a Little red-eyed creature Clutched to your heart. And you can’t see The woman I’ve become— You’ll never ... -
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Time
Life is unpredictableWe try to fill it with thingsThat makes us happy or sadBut nothing can help us predict our future We think that everything is set to fateSo we fight against the grainOr do we sit and wait for events to happenAs they may appear to be Our lives are what we make of ... -
I’ll Never Live Up to the Call
If I were fearless, I would fly out to battle With a clarion call, Chainmail flashing in A glint of the sun, My sapphire sword Slicing cleanly through Injustice, Lies, greed. But I have no sword, no scales, No battle trumpet, Only a pen, a degree, And an ancestry made up of little chains— Like vines ... -
The Familiar Mask
There’s this mask we wearThis mask only has one task in lifeOh, it does its job excellentlyIt holds on with every vigor in its makeupThis mask you see, won’t let go untilIt gets burned with the fire of quitting or zeal There’s that smile on her faceThat all too familiar split she wears beautifullyHello! she ... -
A Road Not Taken
A road not taken wasforty years ago – to trust my motherhear her advicefire the therapistwho honed my resentment against her. If I did, I would have beenIn touch with my brothersmarried youngerhave childrenbe close to my momforty years earlier. Instead, I listened to aa therapist who sharpened thevenom I had against my mother. I ... -
Strawberry Guillotine
Omnichannel— It’s the new word. The buzz, the bee— Be everywhere— Omnipotent Omnipresent On every channel, every feed— Feed the algorithm Words— Not fruit. My mother gave me a Strawberry slicer On Easter Sunday— A terribly odd, Impractical gift. I smiled outwardly But cringed inside— It reminded me of my studies, My training, in marketing. ... -
What is Life?
I’m awakened by the piercing sound of woeful screams The wind has stopped in recognition of a loss The sun has dimmed her smile in response to a man’s pain An exchange seems to have been made A soul has left a home And is being replaced by wondering and tears What is life? It’s ... -
Chocolate for Migraines
First it was cramps Grinding, debilitating cramps Tying my abdomen in An impossible sailor’s knot And out came the heating pad— A thick, orange water bottle— And the plug-in blanket, The rice sack that smelled like Lavender in the microwave Double socks Double blankets Pain, searing hot showers 48 hours of misery. After I had ...