An opus to a bygone love
Image by Kate Cox from Pixabay There is a chasm where the echoes of you resonate
Memories vibrate, resounding up through the depths
Humming, strumming my heart
Orchestrating haunting internal melodies
Sentimental serenades bereft of lyrics
Frequently, the songs are as tender as a lullaby
Tranquil, faint, soothing as a purr
Intimate whispers shadow my perceptions
A fleeting smile or tear offers a glimpse into the hymns
From time to time, the reverberations are flagrant, flamboyant
Visceral concertos of cacophony
The interludes intrude and occlude
Boisterous crescendos, their clamors are deafening
Outwardly silent, inwardly surging, I await their conclusion
Most often, the intrinsic music is my resident accompaniment
Instrumental ballads proclaiming, portraying a bygone life
An opus of a lover pining for an encore
The unfinished symphony plays on beyond the curtain call
Originally published on Medium.com
Do you see me?
Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay I am a woman of many faces:
My roles define the façade you see
I conform to your reality
Never unveiling my complete identity
I parcel out my character
Offering tidbits to delight, entice
The designated consumer
Your view is obscured
Tainted, tinted, rendered incomplete
By your imagined image
Will you dare — Do you care
To shine a light on my persona
Shapeshifting like a kaleidoscope
A psychedelic palette freckled with crystal and coal
Charming and disturbing
My colors twist and turn
Once there was one who embraced my entirety
Who gazed pierced my mosaic individuality
And did not turn away
Iridescent, my soul shone for him
Enraptured, my soul captivated him
Unfiltered, I was known
What is the face you perceive
Will you — Can you — comprehend my totality
Or are you limited by necessity
Do you see
Originally published on Medium.com
At long last, dawn
Image by Comfreak from Pixabay * Endless Winter
Fear seeps trepidation creeps
Through my bones
Chilled from within
Cold-blooded — numb
Internally, eternally(?) frozen
The calendar marks the seasons
But the climate remains the same
A year of upheaval, uproar
Distrust, mistrust of each other
Outbreak, Outcry for
At long last
Faith warms dawn transforms
A hibernating heart
Awakened — free
Inwardly, outwardly joyful
Liberated from its stalemate
The break of day kindles spirits
Fair weathers’ watch resets, renews
Potential, promise for us
Release, Revelry for
*Poet’s Note: One of the first blooms of Spring, the crocus is often viewed as a symbol of rebirth, renewal, and hope.
This poem was originally published on Medium.com.
The life of a mother’s love
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Breath of my bosom
Life in my blood Cradled by my womb Until you appear My heart blooms Delicate seedling Newborn tendrils Swaddle my devotion Never to unleash My heart flourishes Young sapling blossoms Flowers fiercely unfurl Branches scouting boundaries Defining an identity My heart encourages Robust roots anchor Brawny boughs broaden Noble and vivacious A purpose proclaimed My heart rejoices Lightening gales assail Resilience assessed Wounded not wrecked Storm weathered strong My heart wails Towering gnarled timber Verdant crowned canopy Picturesque maturity Ancestral wisdom cherished My heart rests within yours
Dedicated to my mother, who has always cradled my heart.
Originally posted in P.S. I Love You @Medium.com
With a nod to E.B.B.*
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My Dearest Trader Joe’s,
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways I love thee, to the depth and breadth and height My arms can reach, when Joe-Joe’s are in sight To the ends of earth, I’ll sing your praise From organic ground beef to mayonnaise Carnivore to vegan, you’re a delight The most super of markets, you’ll incite chaos when out of two-buck chardonnays Syrah-Soaked Tuscan, Chianti Salami Marcona Almonds, Raisin Rosemary Crisps Fig Butter, Blue Cheese Olives, and Truffle Dip You’re my go-to monger for charcuterie Plump grapes, dried apricots, Triple Cream Brie Greater provisions than a cargo ship With some epicurean showmanship My hors d’oeuvres boards become Insta-worthy Your zesty spices are pantry staples E’eryday Season, 21 Salute Umami Blend trends, but there’s no dispute The rule of Everything but the Bagel When prepping to set the holiday table Pumpkin to peppermint, nary time to loot Cranberry tartes, Turkey & Stuffing en croute Advent Calendars and butter with maple But the main object of this shopper’s affection Is the grand assortment of Trader confections:
Madeleines, French Macarons Snickerdoodles, Blueberry Scones Speculoos, Jingle Jangle Stroopwafel, Pecan Kringle Cheesecake, Carrot Cake, cakes with molten lava Mochi, Hold the Cone, and ice cream laced with java Triple Ginger Snaps, Dunkers — Chocolate Chip Sea Salt Caramels, Mallows drenched in mint
One last confession: Your congenial crew —
The courteous team of laid-back extroverts Decked out in broad smiles and bright Hawaiian shirts — Is my sultry culinary rendezvous And so, Joseph, my merchant beau, should the grocer gods choose I shall love thee until my credit you refuse
Your devoted patron, Lisa
*P.S. My sincerest gratitude (and apologies) to Elizabeth Barrett Browning for her poetic inspiration
Originally published on @Medium.com
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Sadness slithers within your psyche
hissing gossip of false consolations With cynical sympathy, he whispers persuasions promising solace in isolation Lulled by the illusion of tranquility It’s easy to trust the ease of his eulogy nestle into his assurance of serenity and acquiesce to dismay But, there is no peace in his offering He leads astray — betrays those who fall prey to his treachery … A rose-blushed horizon beckons ushering relief for the weary Foreshadowing beatitudes’ bliss the ombre oasis glistens No leisurely endeavor the decision — the revision— to hope To travail, prevail over adversity Unveil your grace and regale in its glory Be wary, he will try to tarry your journey Dispel your desire, repel your joy Cloak your comfort in delusions Badgering valor with scheming daggers … Ye of wee faith Will you at last awake from your hibernation Listen to the inspiration presiding already residing in your soul
Originally published in P.S. I Love You @Medium.com
A poet’s plight
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Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words. — Robert Frost
Tormented by prose,
there is no repose until composed Stowaway brainchildren shoplifting daydreams pilfering notions and whims Tinkering with mental trinkets to keep themselves amused Fractured figments infiltrate slumber Tirelessly inscribing, reciting depriving sleep Nocturnal visions usurped by urgent soliloquies Desperation demands, commands purging the pangs fermenting my soul Bloodthirsty, I breach, leach the clamors tearing my heart asunder Revelations outcry, testify so that I may be shanghaied from my purgatory Visceral scripts cast off clouds of gloom until there is no longer any room for agony or anger Allowing me to breathe, bathe under sun-soaked lapis skies where tears have ceased to linger And sometimes — in due time I bide my time while inspirations ignite and speculations spark lighting fire to introspection Librettos written Choral hymns sung Declaring sacred secrets and contemptuous contemplations Harmonious musings Discordant discourse Communally coexist Live together Lie together Symbiotic scribbles Sprawled, scrawled Laid down on the page Relinquished to the reader for final judgment
Originally published on iPoetry @Medium.com
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We shared a lifetime
a lifetime ago Flawed, yet unbroken Beautifully blemished Burnished to a luster reflecting devotion Eager archaeologists we examined tenderly Ardently unearthing our unique treasures
Discovering Learning until love was clairvoyant We knew Us by heart Youthful — Innocent We had commenced only to be aged beyond our years
Invaded — Tormented
Cancer corrupted Our perfect union prematurely extinct Nearly a decade required to cast aside mourning Shed my shroud Discard my armor Unaware of my naiveté I auctioned my affections Inept as an ingenue Headed for slaughter At first, I sought lightening in a bottle but flashy liaisons promptly implode Still desperately seeking I mistook desire for romance Fleeting attention for adoration I settled for inadequacy Forged perfection Alluring courtships proved to be counterfeit Am I greedy? A relationship glutton trying to echo our marital harmony? Or am I an addict? Craving the fix of holding someone dear? Earnestly yearning to be cherished once more Now a wary skeptic disquiet compels retreat to lick my wounds Safeguard my heart But my soul pours out The floodgates have opened How does one dam (damn?) the desire to love?
Originally published in
P.S. I Love You @Medium.com
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Tears welling in azure eyes
you recited your amorous soliloquy I bathed in the water of your emotion permitted myself to rest to be soothed At long last be content You proclaimed my imperfections endearing My scars — badges of honor You aspired to be my person To travel — to battle — alongside But when the veil of infatuation lifted and love’s bounty could truly be discovered You cowered — deserted too feeble to exert the effort Starstruck by serendipity I had envisioned the beauty in our future Surmounting struggles a path to strengthen our union Did you not trust our relationship to withstand? Or did you simply become apathetic? At what point did admiration fall to disregard? I showered you with tokens of affection My first now my last poetic declaration You sang my praises Lulled me with sweet nothings And I the enchanted fool was enthralled by your music Captivated by your siren’s song I lowered my shields Allowed you to see the wounds residing in my soul’s abyss immersed for a decade concealed from view by warrior’s armor When did our treasure begin to tarnish? Why carelessly lay waste my self-respect? Or are you oblivious to your actions’ aftermath? Masquerading as my beloved you celebrated with my family Camouflaging your discontent with flattery and lies Buoyed by false affirmation I sailed hope’s waters Swept up on a promise A doomed flight of fancy Was I always your dirty little secret? You couldn’t admit even to yourself? Once again battered and broken submerged by my own tears The suffocating weight plummets me shipwrecked into the deep
Originally published in
P.S. I Love You @Medium.com
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I’ve waded through the shallows often.
Colorful, glistening creatures
tickled my toes and skimmed through my heart.
Alluding to promises
never to be granted.
I’d nearly forsaken the expedition.
Weary of the fleeting encounters,
apparitions of affection and
Prompted by tedium.
Coaxed by kismet?
I endeavored once more.
Hope beckoning like the North Star.
Hesitantly, a signal was launched.
A gentleman and his retriever
the siren’s song.
The message acknowledged,
courtship’s discourse began.
Formal pleasantries swiftly abandoned,
yielding to intimate conversations
oblivious to the passage of time.
Safe harbor determined and a rendezvous is set.
The two captains’ galaxies twinkle with flirtation.
Crystal Caribbean eyes enchant.
An alluring smile delights.
Tender first kisses,
rip currents of passion,
affirm the attraction.
Captivated, our two spirits ponder,
Are we ready to draw up anchor?
Chart a unified course?
Can we be brave enough
to submerge our souls?
Immerse our selves?
Into the deep?
Originally posted in
P.S. I Love You @Medium.com