The Poetry Marathon

 Tomorrow Never Comes

If tomorrow never comes

Miserable shan’t I feel

If tomorrow never comes

There will be no burden for me to carry

I shall play all day like little kid 

with no worries and no hurries

as the city lights never came on

let the bullberries stick my skin

and the grass grow as long as the wind

If tomorrow never comes

I don’t have to worry about

any mountains to climb

as you can see my tree

has already stood tall for me

If tomorrow never comes

I don’t have to impress anyone

or act out my life.

If tomorrow never comes

I shan’t worry love

because I already said I love you  

not just once, not just twice 

but every night when the moon is right

Winter Season

The winter season expands across the earth

To calm the summer love

And to bring an end to the restless souls

 To soothe the air

Of all the craziness

Trees began to wither

And the green grass fades away

And thou shall love 

The long winter days

Where there is much snow

 To be plowed and snowball

Fights could last all night

Kids test out their sleds

 For miles and miles

 of snow cover hills, rooftops

 houses filled with fireplaces roasting 

and cups filled with hot chocolate 

and marshallows around the hour

ALONE

The word I thought 

I never dreaded hearing 

Alone. Alone. Alone.

As no one simply heard me

Or believe my story

The look on their faces 

The whispers behind my back

The stopping of talk 

When I entered the room

The nonchalant use of the word or 

avoidance of the terminology ( mentally ill) 

use to describe the incident

As if it wasn’t of nature 

Something they never had dealt with

Treating you like a child 

Like you don’t know how to deal

Like you were learning how to

 Tie your shoes for the first time

Alone is all I felt

As I sat in a house full of loved ones

Alone and disconnected

Thinking of how things got this way

Too much of what was never said 

Too much of what was never done

Too much, just too much

Wondering what is yet now to become of me?

How will life unfold from here?

Where does the river flow? 

Will It turn into sea or 

Circle back around the riverbend?

Alone at 25 feeling like 85

 With no will to die or expire

just tired.

On August 23, 1979

 is when I first felt your love

as a baby girl from your womb

35 years, two months, twenty -seven days later

Your arms are still a haven 

In which I can run to when I’m sick,

for comfort and to hide from the world

There is nothing in the world 

I wouldn’t do for you

Your love is never selfish

Never holding back the truth

The armor, The leader, The father

Yet, what is it that brings us together?

As we grew older we tend to separate further

But it is you that brings us back together

when things become clouded 

And tomorrow when the sun shines

you are still there loving us for better or worse

When the struggle of life gets too much

You showed us how to contend

and mend those broken wings 

We shall have fallen on

Bring us back together and mold us

as the days turn into months 

and the months turn to years.

A mother who was always there.

Inside Me

Depeche mode deep dark bittersweet skin
Evokes soft sensitive emotional one
Enrage by darkness, but composed by love
Wretch and harmless as a baby bottom
She lays motionless by the sea,
Riveting thoughts portray her sentimental senses
complied in me.

Clamor

What I knew seems lost

amidst the clamor of lies

and social distancing.

How many nutcases there

must be for our president

to be considered seriously.

Tommy next door practicing

his clarinet, again off key

like life has become.

I fiddle away time as if

what’s happening now

isn’t the most important time

in the history of this planet.

If I look beyond the clamor,

I find a lot of noise

going in the same circles

as our planet and solar system.

Maybe life imitates nature.

Acirema

What if the Native People in this country

had boarded giant canoes that took them

all the way across the waters to Europe?

What if they came ashore on the rugged coast of Wales

and took the continent by storm…seen as seers from far away.

Countries all wanted visits from this gifted group,

in touch with nature in a way not known in that day.

Europeans realized faults in their expansionist attitudes,

learned to live off the land with little waste,

discovered a kinship with trees, lakes and seas.

Kings gave away luxurious lifestyles

went on pilgrimages to find

their inner selves

ended up in bliss.

The tribes then flourished all over the continent,

wanted to share a more personal vision.

They took some explorers home

on humongous canoes.

What do you think happened

once they got to the place

that would be known as Acirema?

Moonshadow

Poem 10

Is it different from the sixties?

Are we really changed?

What do we want in life?

There is always a lot:

to be thankful for or

to complain about

and in this country

if you’re white and privileged– to have.

Moon shadows follow us:

reflections of who we

might be

can be

wish to be.

Why are we here?

Is it to learn something?

Is it as random as leaves falling in the breeze?

Or is this time and place perfect for us?

As if a pandemic and a pathological liar president

ganging up on us isn’t enough…maybe there’s a lesson here.

If we learn it, maybe it won’t be so hard next time.

Or maybe just the opposite…it’ll be a real challenge.

None of us know for sure.

So what do we have?

Love, hope and

a shadow we’re

not able to hug.

Pandemic

Mask who you have become.

You cannot let lethargy

stalk you around every corner.

Make the most of pandemic.

Zoom like you mean it.

Tinkerbelle will lead a strange brigade

of lonely fireflies above the treeline

past the cohousing cottages

into the sky and then to the stars.

Don’t bottle up this strange energy.

Eat it like porridge.

Feel its heat.

Because who you

thought you were

no longer exists.