Grandma taught me to stitch;
to darn socks,
but, neglected to tell me
there are rips
that cannot be mended.
Years pass, seams split;
in this old rugged heart
and that’s how the light peeks in.
.
Grandma taught me to stitch;
to darn socks,
but, neglected to tell me
there are rips
that cannot be mended.
Years pass, seams split;
in this old rugged heart
and that’s how the light peeks in.
.
Shadows passing, swiftly
like weeds in the spring breeze
holding their breaths
until April ends,
maybe May.
I see fireflies casting light-
dreams
to keep spirits alive
while we watch through sheer curtains
waiting to love again
and feel
the unity
closer
than six feet apart.
.
Day 4 of NaPoMo (a poem a day in April for National Poetry Month)
This year, a gift of words
seems much more apropos
than pretty packages
or getting all dressed up
with no place to go.
…
Day 2 of NaPoMo (a poem a day in April for National Poetry Month)
Words fall pretty,
like flowers,
loving from afar,
droplets upon the heart,
read like a poem;
it’s petals left behind.
. Day 1 of a poem a day in April for NaPoMo (National Poetry Month)
There’s a stillness in the atmosphere
fading blue when winds carry ache;
breaths held because we cannot
touch.
I sing my joy.
It echoes
from my heart to yours
when love bridges distance,
press in to words
like fingers on strings
of a well tuned instrument,
serenade them
until this all plays out.
.
.
When February left,
it took my voice with it
and somewhere between then
and now,
I forgot how to write,
or just got tired.
March needs an umbrella
to cover the gloom;
catch tears from looming skies
and in this storm,
I almost forgot there’s a light;
arms to shelter me,
cover me
in the cleft of a rock.
.
Constellations carry pieces of us
dancing about the atmosphere
walking a tightrope of love
battling the elements of hate;
just specks of dust, drawn together
like subjects of nature’s portrait
cradled within crescent moons
for a temporary pause in seasons.
.
The flowers become more lucid,
stand sweeter through this lens;
lungs, still expanding
despite this hindered ticking
of a healing heart.
.
That night, the stars
stole breath from trees,
lost sheen to a moon
full and now endless
without you here.
.
We saw it vertically,
a sign, billowing love
in pastel colors, vivid
across Colorado skies.
.
Grandma, her hair,
her sweet scent
when she kissed us goodnight;
rosary clutched in her hand.
.
Scent of coffee brewing;
cardinals singing me awake
as you peek in
with a sweet smile
that brings me morning.
.
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