Here comes the day
There goes the hour
I only remember the dates that shower.
The hours I cried in the rain
Where I felt less power
-full is my heart with love–,
then grief, who is lost,
in time, minute, seconds,
zones.
Marked by a year
Not just a fear,
a holiday
or two
now three.
Splitting -the branches
But,- still a strongly rooted tree.
Pop goes the streamers.
In January no less
I dress to impress
then carry the rest
not in obvious distress.
I thank:
acquaintances, -friends, family, and lovers
Happy New Year!
Here’s to another!
Desolate cold winds
and clouded sun cover.
Crafts and chocolate covered fruit
from my dear Grandparents!
Tradition on both sides, spread throughout!
If there was no love here, I seriously doubt!
Boom goes the balloons
that hung from the ceiling.
Helium is becoming extinct
and that fact makes my heart sink.
Ex lovers, friends, memories of gifts
some I still have,
some passed down…
onto another.
I March through.
Noticed a purple hue
subdue the feeling,
but is there real reasoning?
Caught on notions of meanings…
Long nights of driving.
Home movies,
and long talks
one day we’ll go hiking here
Or go to the beach there.
We always saw
but it didn’t happen
to no one’s shock.
In another life
we did all those things;
one where I was older,
he was younger.
He was stronger,
and I was bolder.
Simple joys:
like singing alongside the radio
and getting take-out after grocery shopping
“In another life
I would gladly do laundry-…
{for}… you.”
Spring into April
If I am able
to tell them a p a r t.
Dart across the growing grass
That’s where I’ll s t a r t.
I find an egg
now six
trip over a bunny hole…
Hey! I found the golden snitch!
Hitching rides
breaking rules.
Riding on bikes,
shivering in the pool.
Purple and Pink flowers
the hum of birds…
in grandparent’s
and our gardens.
It’s May as I
fight for memory
But
nothing
comes up,
what the f- – – -?
So I blow on the candle,
step back, clicked sandals
It hisses-
– in remark,
should have sweetly kissed it
but had just as soon missed it.
So, I d e p a r t
from the cake-
can’t remember my wish.
“This is stupid”, I say to glinted reflection.
Yelling in self-riddled inspection.
There goes the bell, schools out!
Chill for the summer!
Said in a shout!
June came so soon
A doe crossed the yard.
Hard was the apple
she bit from my mother’s hand.
I looked back over my shoulder
and they were gone
But on whose command?
Camping and chocolate,
smushed with marshmallows
Over the stove top
or pitted hole
but always… casted,
laughed shadows.
Streaks and crackle,
it’s now July.
And I stuff myself plentiful
I scarf down my food
in muted muffs.
Ball games in the stands,
kickball in cold-a-sacs,
watermelon and pie.
Roman candles
and that familiar line…
“Just fall- and hey,
be careful!
Don’t die!”
It’s hottest in August
And I hadn’t put much thought in
the contrast of the harsh dessert
and how the skies bleed in beautiful goodbyes.
As the earth churns
and I yearn to understand…
So much so,
It becomes a demand.
Bell 1 then 2
Get, ready! Get set!
It’s time for school!
“Wake me up when September ends.”
I blew out my speakers.
Gripped to my the steering wheel,-
as the line struck me
I felt weaker.
It couldn’t be measured in a cup
It was too large–,
even for a beaker
Please, just wish me luck.
All I can do is fall in,
and hope I don’t get stuck.
October came, and I lugged along in groans
I invested myself in moans
I plastered my face in paint
I felt like a saint
I sharpen my fangs
I loathed behind hate.
What was said, was not right
So I stabbed
with wooden stake
And soothed
with buttered knife.
Gobble, Gobble;
thundering roars
The games on! It’s half time!
Wobble the table,
and shake the game-board!
Everyone’s here!
It’s a long way to second home.
You’re about to break another wishbone!
With cousins, with siblings, with relatives and friends
By yourself? That’s okay!
365 blessings in your hands.
You missed the parade but that’s okay!
It’s pre-recorded now! Shopping spree!
Caricature, of me and my sisters, that’s us three!
December, December!
Burning embers,
nips on your nose, and cold days to remember!
Sleet, and ash, yellow on snow.
The streetlight came on
and glinted with glow.
Soulful, rhymes, chimes, and prayers
Dare you say that word!?
This close to listed stares?
You contest against it,
every other year
But you slip up,
every so often.
Soon flatted, just so happens
you grew up
heart three sizes compacted.
Some years you opted for dipping
chipped cookies,
lemoned brownies,
bear droppings,
and thoughtful sourdings.
Anticipation
to days leading up.
You’re ready but
have you grown enough?
Internally clocked
Early mornings,
long nights
Haunted by owls
and crows
in the dead of night
You grab number glasses,
grapes a-plenty, and sworn changes…
The past becomes the purgatory
to love lasts, memories never truly made.
Live your lives in better balance
fly like a butterfly,
but try not to
sting like a bee.
If you can help it
embrace your lively tree.
