Seven things I do not understand The triange of geese above my head, Flying in perfect form. Much unlike this poem. Raspberries in autumn – Somehow still so tart this late in the season! The pearl on my left-hand finger, promises made and to come A wonder I cannot comprehend – and then – TheContinue reading “Perfection and Beauty”
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Yellow Bird
Spring a year ago, A time without snow, When the poppies bloomed, The clouds departed – And you, heavenward, Left – what a short word. You enjoyed the birds, And what songs you heard! Ill, you’d grown yellow, I’ll imagine the sun had made you so, That, like a bird, you flew quite narrowly ThroughContinue reading “Yellow Bird”
weeks
“It is only a week of your life,” Mom says, often, “You’ll have more time soon.” It’s only a week. The words reverberate off the walls of my mind, echoing back and back before the questioning floodwaters fill the cavern. For how long do we tell ourselves it is only a week? Until there areContinue reading “weeks”
Regret
I wish my words had stayed in my mouth. But they sat there, smoldering, burning my throat. So I spoke them. And instead of relieving the hurt, I smote you with my tongue. A cacophony of notes, They fell, Limp and dull at your feet. The fire in my throat has been lulled to sleepContinue reading “Regret”
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