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.
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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
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With a nod to E.B.B.*
Mike Mozart — Flickr
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
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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
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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 Like this: Like Loading...
A poem of survival
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the tempest’s arrival There is no eluding the impending turmoil Lightning shots snap Glaring x-rays blaze illuminating the scourges of storms gone by Currents caught in a perpetual loop Static sparks sizzle and singe The needling cocoon your only shelter Bellowing winds howl Bringing you to your knees Cat o’ nine tails gusts flail at your sins Wildly biting Frost relentlessly nips Staccato hail pelts hammer your heart With cold, callous blood the icy assault persists numbing you to the bone begetting amnesia Flashbacks surge Contentment is forgotten Comfort hushed to nebulous whispers
Grifters of tranquility
tempests are transient Abandoning their onslaught once depleted Fragile and fatigued Will your wounds take root? Lesions hemorrhage and nourish stagnation? Or will your scars stoke resilience? Cultivate your resolve? Deem yourself worthy To endure To survive
Drained of their tears
Their grey weight dispersed Clouds adorn the indigo sky Alabaster luster glistens the promise of hope
Previously published in Being Known @Medium.com Like this: Like Loading...