Hear(t)rending Tragedies
While Nepal suffers
Death not of their own making,
We dig our own grave.
Nepal Earthquake
Baltimore Riots
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a simple pairing of pictures and poetry
April 27, 2015
While Nepal suffers
April 27, 2015
To Shed What Light? (sonnet for a darkened past)
She can’t quite grasp event(s) she feels occurred
That may have cast the pattern of her life.
No clear recall – just senses that are blurred,
Yet sharply pierce her present, like a knife.
Hypnosis could enlighten, she was told –
Could bring to forefront what she had suppressed.
Perhaps what had been quelled could then unfold,
And with it, this foreboding put to rest.
And here am I, unable to convey
My hesitance to urge her in this quest –
When everything inside me wants to say
Some incidents might best remain repressed.
Yes, were my past so dark I could not see,
I would not seize the lamp and turn the key.
Photo credit: http://succube.deviantart.com
April 25, 2015
LANGUAGE AFAR
She used to speak with longing
Of faraway lands,
Of engaging the charmingly unique folks,
Of getting a first-hand sense of their lives abroad.
“But I don’t speak the language”
Always kept her stateside.
She used to speak effortlessly
Of shores she knew only through books.
Slowly, nearly imperceptibly at first,
She noticed words were not
Readily available.
“What’s the word I’m looking for? Oh, yes …”
She began speaking less,
As words needed time to percolate to the surface,
And that took time folks didn’t seem to have.
She eventually quit speaking.
She didn’t know the language.
April 24, 2015
My Right Side – The One I Use Almost Exclusively
Riiiiight …
I am so thankful
For my right side. Without it,
What would I have left?
April 24, 2015
MARKERS
There came a change
When you and I
Dared become amourus
Desirous
Us.
There came a change –
The momentous occasion
When we became
Wed
And, wed, became
One.
There came a change
When one became
A headstone,
And one became
Alone.
April 22, 2015
CHURCH SALAD LUNCHEON
Everything was just peachy,
Until jokes began raisin eyebrows.
“Mangoes into a bar …”
Figures … it was the rutabaga.
Elderberries grabbed olive the baby peas,
Endive never seen them move so fast –
It was plum bananas!
Luckily, no one was squashed.
Currantly, things seem to be back under control.
Lettuce hope it stays this way.
Shallot turn ugly again, we’ll just beet it.
In response to Robert Lee Brewer’s April Poem-a-Day Challenge, 2015, Prompt 22 – Nature
April 21, 2015
*I AM MARIE ELENA GOOD
I am girl, but not female,
And I am male.
Named, but not identified –
Ordained, yet never appointed.
I am genial and moral,
Yet not kind,
Nor principled.
I am religion without faith, creed, or conviction.
I am angel,
I am demon.
I am armed and eager,
Though not prepared,
Nor enthusiastic.
I mingle, but never socialize –
Merge,
But don’t mix.
I long without ache,
And have no desires.
I glean and garner,
But can’t gather.
I am never student,
But
I am learner.
An ode with no rhyme,
I am a dirge.
But I am no sad song.
I am not myself –
I
Am
Me.
*This piece was written based on the letters of my name.
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