The forgotten, then remembered Hits you hard the second time ‘round, Unprepared and snoring. The forgotten, then remembered Sends bubbles cutting through the surface, We've all been told a watched pot never boils. The forgotten, then remembered Scrapes their way into your existence, Then cuts you deep. The forgotten, then remembered Throws a surprise party … Continue reading The Forgotten, Then Remembered – April 9, 2019
Category: poetry
Break Through – March 10, 2019
A bad mood Surrounds me, Like a warm blanket. The rays of light try to penetrate my cover.
You – April 7, 2019
A swig Of you Is enough. Swishing and spitting Fizzy beverages gargled Doesn’t rid the flavor Of you. Seeing you there Afloat Swirling and twirling Dancing around, Flushed. That takes care of you.
Springtime – April 7, 2019
Dirt, Wet dog, Worms, Fish, always fish. The smell creeps up on me, As spring turns the corner.
Everything – April 6, 2019
The before, the after, the now I live in all three Woe is me.
Notice – April 5, 2019
As I pick through my feelings, I notice One. Standing in a corner, Alone and forgotten, Shivering and cold, It’s been there for awhile. In fact, the longer I let it linger The more intense it’s draw. How could this happen, A defense mechanism, Perhaps? I want it no longer. I would have chosen otherwise. … Continue reading Notice – April 5, 2019
The Lonely Leaf – April 5, 2019
The lonely leaf tumbles by. Flittering through life Not knowing which answer to give, Or what emotion to display. Moving along at whatever pace the wind blows.
Her Prairie – April 3, 2019
I hold this little memory In the palm of my hand A box that lurches open With the snap of a band Always dusty And filled with her scent Flowers and the breeze. She grew a small garden In the back corner of our yard Lilies of the valley were her favorite With spicy pops … Continue reading Her Prairie – April 3, 2019
Sun – April 3, 2019
You are made of sun, A light I cannot touch.
Space and Time – April 2, 2019
As I motor through the realm of space and time, Gliding over the rolling hills of clouds, Inside the bluest brightest sky, Where the air is crisp, biting at my cheeks, Is she up here? Will I see her bicycling by? As I sit and wait for her grand appearance, My mind is a vessel … Continue reading Space and Time – April 2, 2019
Snipits – March 30, 2019
My poems are short, Snipits of my day, I could go on and on, But don’t let that get in your way.
Most Days – March 31, 2019
I’m not ready. Most days, I feel I never will be. Then there’s a glimmer. A faint poke of hope. I’m looking out. From the side of a mountain. I hear an echo of your voice. An avalanche is upon me. I’m not ready. Most days, I fear I never will be.
Cut Down – March 31, 2019
Up and tall, shoulders rolled back, chin pushed toward the sky, hair tucked neatly behind her ears. -CUT DOWN- Push forward, don't look back, stay small, absorbing all vibes. Over, and over, and over again. -CUT DOWN- Quick sand in his shoes, hunched and drooping, chin folded up, messy and knotted. -CUT DOWN- Pull within, … Continue reading Cut Down – March 31, 2019
Jaded – March 28, 2019
Flat on my face, With you. Carrying on about needing space. Do as you please, With ease. Not one single thought, Or moment you spare. Yes I’m jaded from the years of wear and tear. Pick up and be. It’s not as easy for me.
Sway – March 28, 2019
The bend of the trees in the breeze, Can take your worries away if you please.
Insatiable – March 28, 2019
The Light I swallow, implodes my belly Leaving me hungry for more.
Talking to you…Pocket Change
I had a weak moment, and this Poem, Pocket Change, came from it. I'm not proud. Judge away... POCKET CHANGE - March 25, 2019 You'll never buy your way into my heart. Or did you think you could? My tears aren’t worth your time? You think your pocket change should make everything shine? Keep jingling … Continue reading Talking to you…Pocket Change
Grief by Death – March 25, 2019
This is death, followed by grief, And it’s ok. Buried, now awake, and strung out. Not myself, I don’t want to be. The sky opens each morning and night, And swallows my heart whole. Soaking in the sadness Perpetually overflowing. This is death, followed by grief, And it’s ok. Memories playing on repeat. Catch me … Continue reading Grief by Death – March 25, 2019
Fake it – March 19, 2019
To shelter myself, undercover and alone. It grabbed me, and pulled me in. I excelled at the art, spun myself into many colors. Fake it, until you break it. The chant repeated. The minutes turned into hours, into days, then years had floated by. Finally, in one of those countless minutes, I arose. Cracked and … Continue reading Fake it – March 19, 2019
Fluid – March 24, 2019
Have you herd? Grief is fluid. Open the gates, And let the horses run!
DoRee MelNic 