Gift of Motherhood and Songs
I think I was going to wait so long for paradise,
to hold my mother like me at childhood would,
to my doll. But you came as an angel, not fallen.
It was as if mother […]
‘It’s better I just die,’ Brigitte Poirson
Because I do not see a trace of you
in your utterances, mother, I forgive you.
Perhaps, your demon has found a way
to mimic your voice, to […]
Your worries, a mansion too high
for me to glide over without wings.
I would have stolen you and slay
whatever stays our way to wedge us
for loneliness to stitch its venom
into us again. How […]
Wishes from a Distant Son
Mother, grief has stolen your angels –
cherubs and seraphs meant to sing
your strength and victories aloud.
See why you are innocent of your
identity. I cannot say you’re b […]
Light for you and for the World
Because it is probably very dark out right now
for you, as it’s been for the world in the hands
of a callous virus, I’ve chosen to walk the lonely
path with you. Songs […]
A Burden too Heavy for a Human is Grief
The only way to nail your demon to Golgotha
without resurrecting is to have a friend close,
to bear your burden with you. No complaints.
No fears. I felt grief is […]
Perhaps Father Should Have Taught me Songs Heal
Grief and solitude are brothers of destruction –
my dictionary says they can be used interchangeably.
My father was teaching me to be a hard man,
how not t […]
A Nostalgic Walk Down Memory Lane
It doesn’t take a long time
for new things to age.
Some songs are like that.
But I’m not the kind that
discards songs, because
I do not believe in the death
of what […]
Honestly, this was one of the best poems I’ve read thus far in my commenting. Very professional, very literary. Always my favorite types.
“I do not believe in the death of what gives life.” THIS LINE. WOW!
I also really love these: “giving light to torch my way through darkness and lonely paths” and “I’d jump and jump and jump so much that sometimes, I do not feel like going back home.” What a powerful way to end a poem. Wow. Love it!
Fantastic job! Blessings to you always! 😊
Thank you, Katelyn. I am very happy to know you love this poem. If I had intention to stop writing, I won’t stop anymore for the sake of your comment.
There are great lines in this but what I love most is the sense of nostalgic melancholy….nicely done. I felt that.
Thank you, Dovita. I’m most grateful
My heart grieves with you, uninvited.
So, take this poem enveloped in warmth
to be an assurance of affection.
Your motherly concern for humanity
is what the world has not agreed
The Night you wished you were Dead
Scary night – the night I called
to know if you’ve won another fight
against solitude: wrestling hard
has been the only ladder
you’ve perfected in life because […]
If I have Daughters
They must be a fine seed
viable even in arid lands.
Mother, Earth knows your essence:
I planted songs of praise
for those who take care
of us – me and my kinds
termed as o […]
Since I discovered songs
are masquerades chasing
sorrows and solitude
into exile, I do not wake
without it in my mouth
or on my palms, asking
God to make me a repellent
for anything […]
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