graceless snow collides with bare skin. dripping down bark and brown oak leaves. too heavy to float, drift, twinkle. the season fails its promise as one by one, lies are whispered, “Peace on Earth.” I wrote this draft as part of National Poetry Writing Month. I hope to collect these works for a mixed…
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November
gray upon gray. the last vestige of patterned leaves cling to the trees and calico ground. Rain settles in, an unwelcome, familiar face in the mirror. We are ordered to give thanks no matter how desperate, alone, downtrodden, soulless the cornucopia of human kindness becomes. Skies so gray upon gray the abbreviated days yield respite…
October
I sat beside you in the night. We imagined we were in a 1920’s car, as we rode in a golf cart through haunted woods. You had chosen to ride with me, on this adventure. The headlights illumined unreal monsters as they leapt from the woods, our laughter echoing along with the hum of the…
September
untrustworthy September, somehow colder, wetter than October. The burning red days sink sooner to the deepening blue. Trying to eke out a few more growing days as the garden surrenders to your cold, wet tears. September, you have robbed me of more than most will ever know. Your blinking twilight leaves me in a blue…
June
the bullwhip of thunder frightens the cat. Cover the grill and bring in the porch cushions. watch the rain pelt the petals off flowers. lightning plays tag across the sky. rain drops dazzle on the leaves, bathed in break-away sun beams through the rushing clouds and the earth smells fresh and woodland I wrote this…
May
the season softens with drips of dew, harbinger of splendor. Magnolia petals billow in a pink and purple breeze as spring yields to the slow crawl of summer’s approach. I wrote this draft as part of National Poetry Writing Month. I hope to collect these works for a mixed media/writing piece I am working…
April
April moves as a mountain of clouds, rain broken by sun and unbroken again. April offers a pretentious hope of life renewed, drowns your hope and births it again. I wrote this draft as part of National Poetry Writing Month. I hope to collect these works for a mixed media/writing piece I am working on…
January
the lack of snow changes the landscape to somber browns the lack of you changes everything else. How long will I be taken with sudden tears at certain images, words, or tones in song?
February
any sense of winter celebration has long faded, yet we are in the heart of the heart of winter. This long lingering feels like cultural failure. I beg for twinkling lights on snow as the days crawl toward longer light. —— a lonely soul sees no celebration in pink and red hearts, only another rejection….
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