You may withdraw yourself from others
Become quiescent or lackadaisical
Disrupt sleep or appetite alter
Feel sluggish or delirious
When the echoes of your parents'altercations
Rack up your eggshell mind
When you avoid people whose company
You've typically rejoiced relishing
Yet you remain part of the quotidian process
That regaling you would your emotions trivialize
The world should revere your right
To confront a loss thouroughly
Convalesce from their turgid prosperity
Immerse your weighty dejections
Schedule some constructive episodes
I can but accolade your approach
To coin a new gist of aliveness
Absorb and merriment apprize
Amend lamenting into cleansing
Strike a joke or be sarcastic
Amass and boast your high-pitched impetus
And above all your insights vitalize
Extoll your bewitching sorcery
And perceive a world better to be.
Categories:
apprize, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
A god given gift is my one and only mother,
courteous and conveying more than any other.
When the era was shaded, you accommodated the light,
when my perception was not luminous, you bestowed my sight.
Powering the fluorescent light when the allotment was dim,
O mother, I can truly opine what a divine blessing its bin.
Each moment I spend with you is an equivalent to a hidden treasure,
each memory I share with you has eternally been a pleasure.
You are the ultimate significance to me alive,
without your presence life is not worth the survive.
Cherishing and nurturing with your tongue,
O mother how your words are so sweetly sung.
I apprize and adulate the arena you glide upon,
your beauty is comparison to one that of a swan.
So delicately poised, a mother's place,
the one no alternate human-being can ever replace.
For your children and husband you slave away,
O mother how can I ever repay.
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Categories:
apprize, motherme, mother,
Form: Rhyme
Should I sculpture your body from a stone,
that's heaved from beneath the dirt of this ground?
Although your created from dust alone,
most exquisite, no fairer one around.
What mold could I create to shape a sigh?
Design a cloud? Fashion a gentle breeze?
A delicate kiss? A soft whispered cry?
If, cold dark stone of you, I could apprize!
What line would I carve? What edge would I sand?
You stand opaque in the calm of my storm.
How could I chisel the nail of you hand?
A figure dimensioned in your dear form.
This vision of your beauty is engraved
in these tender eyes, lovingly enslaved.
Categories:
apprize, love
Form: Sonnet