Dreams of Mourning

Tears dry on my pillow,
disappearing like the days.
Calendar pages bandage wounds,
but clock hands fail to heal.
I tumble through my memories
hunting for your face, your voice;
always around the corner,
never reached in time.

Sleep is my tormentor; her
shadows play hide-n-seek,
her whispers not quite heard.

She mocks my broken heart,
yet hope remains.

I will find you waiting–

between my dreams and wake.

 

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A Chill in the Air

On Tuesday you cried

upon my shoulder,

trusting Jesus to save

your soul.

On Friday you played

the entertainer, making light

of fearful faces in the room.

~

You left us in November

as the cold was setting in.

~

You danced in the face of death,

a can of beer in your hand.

But morning came with raindrops,

in your bed you would remain.

You communicated in silence,

lids weighted with eternal sleep.

~

You left us in November

as the cold was setting in.

~

We ate brownies topped

with ice cream, while the lesbian

hugged the Catholic and God’s

Spirit sweetly smiled.

We laughed through tears

as we remembered; said

our prayers to fill the void.

~

You left us in November

as the cold was setting in.

~

I said goodbye on Thursday,

and left roses in the snow.

Conversations in the Parlor

Worn red velvet sleeps under
nodding curls of faded floral paper,
while weary hinges sag on cupboard doors.

Faded script of holy heritage
chronicles chapters of former days,
tangled roots of a sprawling family tree.

Tin types hold their secrets in silence,
refusing to refute the lies or tell the tales
of lives lived beyond the photo’s frame.

The quiet never quite slumbers,
in a room where history whispers
and yesterday sings her songs.

Published in: on November 25, 2011 at 7:05 pm  Comments (1)  
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Patchwork for a Princess

Delicate petals of violet blue, strewn along swirling vines,

a floral pattern on white starched cotton.

 

I see her sitting in the front pew, feet swinging;

patent leather shoes topped with white bobby socks;

freckles playing hop scotch across her nose.

 

Stripes: Shades of blue and purple,

some wide, some narrow,

rivers traveling side by side.

 

Her first sewing project was a simple apron,

She wanted ruffles. I’d said, ‘no’.

Sad little tears trickled down her face

 

Soft shimmer of lavender satin slumps

into graceful folds on the glazed tile floor.

 

An orchid tilted its haughty head,

as her wrist reached to rest on the shoulder of his tuxedo.

Did he know he was holding royalty?

 

Floral pieces frolic with childhood innocence

Amongst the stripes of her growing years.

Satin insets are sprinkled throughout

Like the silken petals of a rose, mature in its bloom.

Tender memories are embroidered within

This patchwork for a princess.

A coverlet of Mother’s Love spreads warmth

Across the bridal bed.

 

 

Published in: on December 12, 2010 at 3:35 pm  Comments (4)  
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Former Days

Splash of waves lapping at the wooden bow
Seagulls chatter as they slalom through the sails
Shifting of mooring ropes, tied to the pier
Salty winds calling sailors to lift their anchors

Sights seen in the memory of former days
Simple sounds and smells recalled to mind
Solid pilings remind of youthful strength
Sandy shore tells of yesterday’s voyage

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Stories in the Attic

Aging treasures covered in dust.
Keepsakes of lives now past.
Long lost memories of secrets untold.
Pages of lives, my hand does hold.

Faded letters, tied with a string,
A feather lost from a bluebird’s wing.
A velvet glove and a broken clock,
an assortment of pieces thrown in a box.

What meaning was there in days of old?
To whom did these of stories hold?
Dearest and sweetheart, the letters say,
But of family or kin I cannot assay.

Mysteries hidden from my eyes.
Questions without answers now arise.
Romantic visions of ancient love,
As I hold in my hand– that velvet glove.

Published in: on June 10, 2009 at 4:42 pm  Leave a Comment  
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