PARTS AND PIECES The Red Dodge I had to be four, because my mom picked me up from preschool that day. I remember the building: hot paper, glue, ink, and the bold scent of must. My classroom was in the basement of the town’s Parks and Rec center. Other than the smells, I only remember … Continue reading Talking to you…6/13/20
Tag: memories
Broken – June 10, 2020
You’re right It all stems from my mom dying Every single moment of each day I cannot escape this fact Things stare me down My mom died This is who I am My mom died I have always been My mom died ~~~ I guess it’s fair to say I am only Just now Letting … Continue reading Broken – June 10, 2020
Forget Me Drug – June 1, 2020
I’m up, again And here go my thoughts Slipstreaming along I’d love to share them with you But we’ve been here before And for some reason Attempt after attempt I still cannot get the words To come out right I love you But there’s that part of... You mean well But when I listen Your … Continue reading Forget Me Drug – June 1, 2020
Anti – Reverence – May 23, 2020
I’ve never felt so empty My entire life Oh wait yes I have You weren’t there Then Either
Plight – May 13, 2020
When we know we’re close When it’s just around the bend Knocking, knocking We fight Or we give in
Into the Shadows of the Clouds – May 22, 2020
It is hard When the dark finds you And chooses Not To let you go The shadows In the clouds Are closer than you think Waiting With their wretched claws Have you ever seen them Have they touched You Melting in To who You Thought you were Reaching Scratching and biting Until there is nothing … Continue reading Into the Shadows of the Clouds – May 22, 2020
Breadcrumbs – April 25, 2020
Squeaking Something that matters That really makes a difference Watching the sun set and rise Strictly metered ~~~ It’s the mundane That always Takes my breath away
Oblivious – April 30, 2020
Don’t go Don’t drift away Stay ~~~ It’s been too long Far, far too long ~~~ Would it have mattered The innocence it took The ugliness it planted ~~~ To have screen shots stuck In my head ~~~ Of the things I’ve seen Things I’ve witnessed ~~~ Long before I knew where it would end … Continue reading Oblivious – April 30, 2020
Talking to you…raindrops 4/30/20
I opened my front door the other day. It was raining. Each drip looked as if it stung the cement landing quickly and bouncing sharply upward breaking into pieces. I stood there for awhile watching. I listened and I smelled. There was absolutely nothing unordinary or special, to make this memory stick. The air didn’t … Continue reading Talking to you…raindrops 4/30/20
Mom Always Told Me – April, 25, 2020
Scared of the fury That lies tucked in Escaping Stale juices I teeter and totter Never aware Bound to pounce Leaking and merging Into limbo Passing On and on and on Feverishly Panting The covers tossed Across the room Landing Scattered and Messy But Still there Under-lying-ly knowing You have to Make the bed
April 27, 2020
Where are you hiding? I still like to look After all these years.
Blow Me Gently – April 24, 2020
Drifting softly My seeds will disperse Look for me Scattered Amongst the grass blades And in your hair Floating Floating As the wind catches a drift Cradled On your shoulder You are my world And the world Goes on But I’ll hold you dearly As you blow me gently
Talking to you…4/14/20
PARTS AND PIECES Tree Hammock I remember it was cold, burning cold. There might have been snow on the ground. The wind was blowing, I can still feel the sting against my cheeks. Over the years the picture has faded, but the feelings have remained. Finding shelter was my first priority. As a child my … Continue reading Talking to you…4/14/20
Rhetorical Past – January 29, 2020
What if... Pictures were never hung Because they knew They’d have to be taken down ~~~ What if... closets were cleaned out Only to make room for another ~~~ What if... Tears were hidden Out of kindness To protect the ones you love most ~~~ What if... Words were never shared And years were lost … Continue reading Rhetorical Past – January 29, 2020
Cuts Deep – January 21, 2019
What is trauma? A sudden violent incident, Maybe it repeats, Or maybe just once... ...She always comes back.
Where Your Green Eyes Grow – March 11, 2020
Your green eyes Are what I remember Lost In the forests I’ve wandered The wildflowers Still bloom But you Are not here to see them I follow the rocky path Stepping on stones Feeling the cold waters Rush between my toes Flirting Distracting me From finding you ~~~ If I could only Return To where … Continue reading Where Your Green Eyes Grow – March 11, 2020
A Dreamlike Awake – March 14, 2020
I stepped over the uprise Between the out and the in I came to a surrounding That hypnotized me I couldn’t catch my breath The sound was silence Stunned into oblivion It was everything I couldn’t imagine All my desires Of dreams Had come true I listened in the illusion I know it must be … Continue reading A Dreamlike Awake – March 14, 2020
Talking to you…Killdeer 3/8/20
I heard a Killdeer this afternoon. I saw a lady bug crawling on my windshield. The breeze huffed through the trees, then died down, and again. I stopped and looked up at the lady bug, once. She was still. I think she was holding on. Of course, she was a she. Duh. And now she’s … Continue reading Talking to you…Killdeer 3/8/20
Clockwise – March 4, 2020
The way the world turns From left to right Front to back Up then down You trapped me here Following the rules It’s breaking my heart Coming out Cracked Just in time To realize The clock will Never Tick backwards
Raw and Real – February 15, 2020
It’s hard to stay here For any length of time Giving chunks Asking nothing in return The price of silence Hits me Where it really counts
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