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Penning my thoughts of the season
revisiting memories of the past–
the shadows that clouded my reason,
places where memories of pain seem to last

No matter the number of bridges you burn
there are pages that cannot be unwritten
And as you patiently wait for a good turn
the gloaming words and anxiety heighten

But the twisted tale that ever haunts me
is that of conquering and re-conquering selves
for as I write and edit and edit and write me
this recurring battle ground never ends

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like a lost poem, i
write and rewrite life
only to find lies

hidden ‘neath sublime minds
creeping to catch the child
i try to keep inside

this beautiful child
blameless and yet,
caged in a cursed body

if I could paint love

if I could paint love,

it looks like this:

singing you a lullaby when you can’t sleep;

waking up every morning to see what you are up to;

embracing all your imperfections;

cancelling plans to encourage your dreams;

and just being there, like the wind, that pushes you to fly…

(A mother’s love is the most beautiful love there is. Simple, yet strong.)

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Tell your poem

Stand on the pulpit that is the earth,
Take off your clothes of shame;
Do not be afraid to step on the dust
For it shall be your resting place.

Look at the weeds teeming with life,
No one has watered nor cared for;
Learn and persevere like them, who
Patiently waits for the sun and rain.

Ponder on the beauty of a flower,
Reflect upon its silence and grandeur;
Do not hasten the changing seasons
All will start to wither after springtime.

Seek for the beginning of everything–
The garden of paradise ruined by the fall;
Then try to look for the tree of life
And there, you tell your poem.

My ABC’s

A — another mile. I must go on
B — better me, I can try to be
C — cat got my tongue. And so I write
D — devil may care. Young at heart
E — embellishments — a poet’s sin
F — forestalling, my life as an interlude
G — God be with me, to eternity…
H — happy, a fleeting butterfly
I — ink, that spills and spills and spills
J — jar of Sylvia. I try to lift every day
K — knots…on my shoes, in my stomach
L — love. The journey I dared not take
M — melancholy — my melody, my malady
N — note. Of thoughts and memories
O — oath — To not self loathe
P — pain, my terror teacher
Q — questions, endless questions
R — ripple…little ripples, to waves
S — smile, all will be well
T — turn the page, move on…
U — unique, the color of your soul
V — vulnerable, the girl inside
W — water leaking: drops of tears
X — xanthic flowers, all around you
Y — yesterday, favorite hangout
Z — zone out…to the clouds!

 

The lone wolf and the moon

On the rugged cliffs of the island,
a lonely wolf
looks down to the shore below–
shining and dazzling, kissed
by the moonbeams.

The wolf scanned the vastness
of the sea, then lifts its head
up to the moon…
to cry a song
to that beautiful moon.

But no voice came out,
for it has lost its voice–
Drowned in battles fought in the days
when the beat of the kill
was loud in the world of beasts.

The moon in her yellow splendor
saw the sorrowful state of the wolf;
‘Tis the same creature
that sings tales to me,
speaks to me
–thought the moon.

That night, it was she who howled
for the wolf.