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Category: poetry
Orphan
Tell us about your first day at something — school, work, as a parent, etc.
November 19, 2020
I woke this morning without a mother
I didn’t see you yesterday
When you breathed your last
I think you did it because I wasn’t there
Daddy died years ago
In my second semester
I almost failed out
I awoke today
With no parents
It’s the first and the last
Today
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The Corner of Summer
At the intersection of lightning bugs
And honeysuckle
We would sit in your yard
And you would smoke your cigar
The highway nearby
With speeding cars that sound like flies
And trains that rattle like thunder
Move on just as time does
And the scenes that were dreams
Remain so
It snowed today
The honeysuckle sleeps
Lightning bugs slumber
It’s the icy road of winter
No more the corner of summer
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Returned to Self
What positive events have taken place in your life over the past year?
Waded through the grief
Bandaged the broken heart (it still seeps)
Plodded through the dashed dreams
Said a prayer for the lost (souls, loves, hopes)
Sighed, inhaled
Felt a tiny spark
Of what came before
What came after
Remembered my strength
Found the Muse
Re-bandaged the heart
Put pen to hand
Returned to Self
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You Don’t Know Jack
He’s a bit singed around the edges
Eyes like burnt Tennessee whiskey too
His cloak of black
Matches his soul
He’s destructive, destruction, deconstruction
You know the deal
He might have been the devil himself
Yet all I could see
Then
Was how well his scarlet skin
Contrasted with his fine black cape.
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Cherry Blossoms
I miss your smell of Wind Song.
I miss your voice like bubbling joy.
I miss your hands like swirling gentle breeze in the house.
But I know that living means dying.
And I want to live. I want to live.
And you, Mom, I want you to be the dancing cherry blossoms.
Go, be the dancing cherry blossoms.
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✨For my mom, who now is part of the soil beneath her beloved cherry tree. I know you can see your tree from all angles now.✨
Poem inspired by grief poetry prompt by Joseph Fasano, 2023
Who Doesn’t?
Do you need time?
There’s never enough. Where did it go? I need more. Not enough left. What is it? It wasn’t hers. It wasn’t his. It will come. It wasn’t right. It stops for no man. It ran out. It’s up. It was off. it was just not right. You’ll know when it is. I got too much on my hands.
Time.
Ashes to Dirt
I’m sorry it took so long
I thought I had more springs
More blooms
More time
But your tree is dying
And it won’t see another spring
There won’t be more blooms
So
I put you there today
Mixed with that special soil
So you don’t kill the tree
That is already dying
Don’t worry
When it dies
I will plant
Another
You will help it grow
✨October 20, 2023✨
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