Flipped sideways
limbs lean
Hair veiled
Over glossy pupils
sprawled
Hushed
Dreading his return
loss
Like a Penny
Originally posted on March 21, 2016 at Mothers Always Write
Like a Penny
We entered the room in parade formation,
our gait slow and rehearsed.
The silence of the ventilator paralyzes me.
Visible is the incubator, it sits empty.
The revelation removes the air from my body,
my bones dissolve. I am offered a metal chair.
Denial embeds itself firmly
within the farthest recesses of thought,
helping my mind move forward.
Various people collect around me, but they
arrived too late to bar the door from dread.
Fear followed their path through the entrance,
pushing promise aside, disregarding
my pleas to stay at bay.
And, as if fear itself was
a relation, it settled in to observe me,
expecting me to turn and nod.
Reality moved into the sterile, hushed room next,
without invitation or welcome,
its heavy hand on my shoulder.
The last shards of hope strangled by its presence,
slowly building to suffocate me
with a clench that refused to loosen.
A loved one squeezed my hand but only
my heart felt the grip.
Nestled within my mind
I concealed a scream that was
suppressed by news not yet broken.
And like a penny on the tracks
I lost my shape
as fear morphed into
despair and pushed inside the room.
Without a chance to inhale
the Doctor’s voice spilled into the air.
His gentle whisper sliced my reality
with the words,
She is no longer
and like that penny,
I felt worthless.
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A Death in the Family
Underneath the box is a stand
Upon the box there is a polish
An engraved flower
Around the box is a cold gray
Beyond that box is a chapel
Inside the chapel there is another box
On a stand like the first
Within the same cold gray
Beside the box is nothing
But unhappiness
Aside from the box
There are no important features
Of the onlookers who grieve in sorrow
With the people who loved him dear
Throughout the day people cry
About the boy they knew so well
Above the ground he lays now
Under it he will rest soon
Among the people that grieve
There is someone who sticks out
Except for the preacher
He is the only one who didn’t know the boy
Between the Mother and the Brother
Stood the Father he never knew
Until the day the mourners move on
His face will be ever present…
*****
By Dylan Spencer
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One Last Letter
One last letter
unopened
unsigned
One last letter
written with tears
over too
many years.
One last letter
sealed
with a
kiss.
One last letter
telling you
that you
are missed…
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Together
Photo Credit: Ann Schneider
This was taken in the city of Prague.
The Jewish cemetery, 300 years of graves. They only were given a small plot…
… so raising the stones and adding another layer!
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Together in the Exodus
in trains
in gas chambers
in closets
in attics
in diaries
in death
in faith
and in the single tear
that rolls down my
cheek
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Thank you so much for this honor!Love those around you for who they are and what they mean to you!
Life can be short, life can be long
but either way a life of love makes it special!
Remember to
Inhale
Exhale
and Create!
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Goodbye
My heart
heavier than
the box
I carry
*
My mind
lost in
knowing what
I must do
*
I look up
seeking
His loving
hand
*
I see the sky
kissed
with
pink
*
I know
its time
to
let go
*
My legs
dragging my
weary heart
to the top
*
The box
tighter
in
my grip
*
The carved
detail
marking my
hand
*
I am
here
the
top
*
Where I
will
say…
…goodbye
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http://promisingpoetsparkinglot.blogspot.com/2012/10/hyde-park-thursday-poets-rally-week-74.html
Thank you so much!
I would like to nominate
http://paperplaneproject.wordpress.com/2012/09/25/commodity/comment-page-1/#comment-61
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Why?
Why do the sands of time have
to fall
and empty our souls upon
the blades of grass
that
never
seem to be cut.
*
Why must youth be
stolen
and lost when it
seems as if it has only
just
been found.
*
Why must we look
back
and find that what
once was there
has been
forgotten.
*
Why should I
worry about
the things I can not
control but instead
look
ahead to the future
*
Is it because
I fell
I was stolen
I looked back
I worried?
*
Is it?
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*http://promisingpoetsparkinglot.blogspot.com/2012/01/agreement-for-poets-rally-week-60.html
Thank you so much!
May your pen keep flowing
and your mind keep showing
you
the way!
I nominate:
http://creativelag.blogspot.com/2012/01/beauty-is-but-stepping-stone-in-process.html
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Sweet Child
Who is this upon my stair
A girl with locks of golden hair
Why does she weep such pitiful tears
Seeming full of many fears
Get up dear child, do not dismay
for life will hand you a new day
one of promise, hope and cheer
get up, get up you silly dear
Now that’s the spirit, move on, be brave
Turn about and move and wave
Goodbye young heart with heart so sweet
until a day we once again meet
Now upon my porch lay no one sad
Perhaps I was hasty, yes just a tad
To send the child off down the street
for a gentle girl, who was so sweet
Alone I sit on the third step
by myself where the small child once wept
Down to where I sent her I glance
Maybe she is there, maybe there’s a chance
Indeed I see her, slowly moving
to a destination not of her choosing
I yell to her to return to me
Her face turns and is filled with glee
Come little one and tell me your name
I will get you back from which you came
Silly of me to let you go
When surely your life is full of woe
Tell me your problems and together we shall see
What help an old lady like me can be
Now up to the very top stair
Go young child with the golden locks of hair.
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http://promisingpoetsparkinglot.blogspot.com/
Poets Rally Week 54
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Hosting Beauty….2
Petals dangling
Threatening to join
the others below
already shed by time
Fallen
to the cool, black granite
Their edges showing signs
of age
Their stay in the crystal
expiring soon
Once fragrant,
the precious blooms wither
The clock ticks
simple symbol
of nature
that brings such joy
Soon the vase will
lose its guests
For now, though, we wait
for every last petal
to fall…
**
Thank you so much!
I nominate Becca Givens
http://beccagivens.wordpress.com/2011/08/22/happy-tastebuds-sing/
A dazzling night
so perfect to see
Pale colors that sing
to me!
http://promisingpoetsparkinglot.blogspot.com/2011/08/perfect-poets-award-for-poets-rally.html
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No Escape
No Escape
Walking Slowly…
Fearing Nothing…
Eyes are Wide…
Same old Story…
World of Lies…
No Escape…
Pale Sunlight…
Livid Moonlight…
Burning Stars…
Turn to Ashes…
Broken Down…
Given Up…
Sea of Anger…
No Escape…
Looking Back…
Not so Bad…
Seeing Life…
Through new Mind…
Wish I hadn’t…
Thought so Bad…
Of Myself…
And my Friends…
New Beginnings…
And Old Ties…
I will take Them…
Till I die…
No Escape…
From this Pain…
From this Joy…
Without you…
I am Lost…
Come back to Me…
From where you’ve gone…
No Escape…
*This is a poem done by my teenage son. He is quite the writer, published before me even!! He is letting me use this
for Rally 48! He would love your input!
-Poetryroad
“Encouragement lifts the heart of a novice writer”
I am blown away by all the great comments and The Perfect Poet Award!
Thank you!
-son of Poetryroad
My son would like to nominate: http://nadirafromkannur.wordpress.com/
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