Bequeathed
David J Walker
What do you want of mine
Dear daughter
As the father of you
And your brother
I resign my calendars
To you I give the memories
Of your mother
Fed at the fountains
Of her breast And the rest
of her unused yarn
What do you want of my time
A better childhood
Or if I could
A shower of silver and gold
To fill the soul of empty pockets
To you I leave my worldly goods
To sell to the buyers
Of filigree
The shadows of
Chimeric desires
What do you want of mine
As tender of the garden
That flowered in the Rich compose
of everyday opportunity harvested in the
Warning of the old clocks chime
I would leave with you my love
And trust you would
return me to the dust
that I may again be part of
the richness
of my birthright
M-essage
A-bout
R-ighteousness
I-s
V-ery
I-mportant
C-learly
E-xpressing
S-acred
M-andate
A-nd
B-equeathed
E-mpowerment
Topic: Birthday of Marivic R. Esmabe (April 07)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
BEQUEATHED BONNIE SQUARE
a lacy handkerchief
embroidered with a hummingbird,
a nectar-sweet trellis, to sponge
the waterworks - the trickle
of misty eyes,
the honey-suckled creek
that runs over wrinkled
logs and leafy plum-cheeks.
delicate hands lift
the dapper doily —
pat-a-pat dabbing.
a tattered smile forms
at the base of the cliffs.
6/30/2019
Above the trees a million diamonds shine
The stars in black, flames, dancing with the moon.
Embracing dreams two silhouettes align.
Oh, lovers hear the “woo—ooh” of the loon.
That haunting sound that echoes through loves twine.
Anticipation yields as young hearts swoon.
A summer trance while memories are born.
Bequeathed by night loves natural adorn.
© February 10, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Entered into Poetry Soup Member Contest: COMING OF AGE
Sponsored by: Frank Herrera
Overwhelmed by grief
Feeling full of despair
Thoughts of total disbelief
More than I can bear
Snow covered grass beneath
The crepe myrtle tree
God especially had bequeathed
This special scene for me
Breezy summer shower
When there hasn't been a chance
Sprinked the ground with crepe myrtle flower
Empowering me at a glance
All I did is bequeathed to you,
the most beautiful of all.
You left professing love,
but you never said good-bye.
You promised to keep it safe from harm,
I trusted you, and like others.
You lied.
How do you love me, then fall
out of love with me all in the same night ?
And why did you hurt me ?
What did I do so wrong?
I don't deserve this.
I bestowed upon you my heart.
All I want from you,
is peace of mind.