Category Archives: Poetry

At One Time

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At One Time

 

At one time I knew love
Felt its touch caress my skin
Smelled its scent seduce me
Tasted its intoxication
Seen its colors wrap around me
Heard its song whisper to my soul
At one time
I knew
Love

But no more

Now I know something else
Felt its thorns pierce my skin
Smelled another woman’s perfume
Tasted the bitterness of rejection
Seen the colors fade to gray
Heard the discordant notes
Still
At one time
I knew
Love

DreamLost

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Darkness filters through the mist…
The journey once begun
Now lay abandoned…
Frozen in a moment of time…
Trapped between unreal dreams
And silent reality…
Asleep in the branches of life…
Consoled by the promise
Of dreams’ sweet lies…
Twisted in the winds of delusion…
Unknowingly once lost
The trail left behind…
Reality distantly calls out
But the voice is drowned
By dreams’ roaring tide…
Lost…
      Twisting…
Fading…

[Originally pressed on September 25, 2010 on Etchings]

Sometimes I dwell in the dark places…

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[Originally pressed on November 24, 2015 on Etchings]

Sometimes I dwell in the dark places
Those dark places that hide in the deep recesses of my soul
I can get lost in that darkness…
I can get trapped in those places
Wandering about…
Steps heavy…
Not realizing…
That to escape
     I must…
          Reach toward
             The light

Darkness can permeate
If I stay lost within
If I don’t turn away
From the shadows
The longer I am here
The harder it is to leave
I get trapped in these places…
Caught in the trap…
Needing to escape

     I must…

          Reach

               Toward

                    The
                         Light…

 

DEEP

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DEEP

Seeping past the influence of life’s journey,
she dove deep,
losing herself into the drag of society,
streamlining.

Sliding beneath the surface,
she dove deep,
disappearing within moments,
focusing.

Kicking out past the shallow echoes,
she dove deep,
not looking back as she reached forward,
disowning.

Pushing beyond expectations of others,
she dove deep,
grabbing hold of her own dreams,
succeeding.

(61 Words)

(Written in response to VisDare 149 challenge)

(Photo Credit)

The Empty Chair

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The Empty Chair

In memory of my daddy

 

Holidays approach

I swallow my tears

Paste on my cheers

Still I know I’ll see

That empty chair

 

Standing near the shelf

I pull your picture down

When no one is watching

For you aren’t in

That empty chair

 

I close my eyes

Revel in the memories

Music from your fingers

No music will come from

That empty chair

 

I hold a shirt close

Breathing in remnants

Of Old Spice and sweat

Smells are fading from

That empty chair

 

I long for that deep voice

Wise words rolling

From that tongue with ease

You’d tell me to let go of

That empty chair

 

The loss of an unborn child…

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Many women go through this.  However, it often seems that the world does not understand.  They even want to strip away the humanity of that child in court.  Still, when a woman becomes pregnant, she becomes intimately involved with another human being in a unique way.  I know some make a choice to terminate that relationship.  This post is not about that choice.  I will not discuss the right and wrong with regard to that matter.  What I want to say is that for those who continue forward in this relationship, dreams start to form, plans begin to be made, and the heart gets tied into the matter.  Therefore, when that child is lost before she even gets to hear that cry, it leaves an emptiness.  It is my prayer that these women find solace, comfort, and support wherever they face their pain.

I wrote this poem for such a woman…and she faced her pain with grace and beauty.  This is very fitting as the little girl was to be named Grace.

 

“Mourning Dove” by Denise Callaway

 

A small bit of grace escaped heaven one day

But could only for a moment stay

To pull us together with strings of love

And let us have a glimpse of what is above

 

She danced in our hearts and dreams

A moment within the glance of moon beams

“Much loved” would be her name

Sadly still, her life’s flame

 

Angels lifted her to grace once more

Her moment spent, she will now soar

Held within the arms of love

We release our mourning dove

 

 

Written in memory of Aimee Grace

On the day of her birth and passing