Chari’s wisps of blonde hair are blown around in the wind
her sky blue eyes have an intelligence that speaks to the watcher
though young in this life time she is an old soul, wise, kind, and empathetic
she misses nothing, but keeps people’s confidences, without instruction
*Kindred Spirits*
I am often labeled as possessing "special" needs, and while there lies a kernel of truth within that phrase, the needs which burn brightest in my core are no different than yours, dear friend. Just as you crave acceptance, I ache for it too; a longing that colors every sunrise and sunset I witness in this grand tapestry called life.
Like you, I dream of companionship forged through laughter and shared confidences, bonds that render the weight of solitude obsolete. And just as knowledge illuminates the path ahead for anyone brave enough to pursue it, I yearn for chances to learn and grow, to fill the wellspring of my mind with wisdom gained through experience and discovery.
In classrooms filled with desks of various sizes, I sit, eager to absorb lessons tailored to nurture my unique potential. Though some tasks prove elusive, my spirit remains undeterred, for I understand that progress is not measured solely by speed, but by the indelible steps we take towards becoming the best versions of ourselves.
Six besties had agreed
at graduation,
pinky swore,
to meet ten years later
no matter where they'd be,
come what may.
And here they were finally:
Gayle, Suzie, Diane, Donna, Lucy, Michelle,
together at last from across the country.
They had kept in touch through facebook
as much as their busy schedules allowed.
All had gone off to university or college.
Some had since married, some had children.
But now it was all about girls weekend:
time to let loose and catch up,
time to reminisce about the ol' days,
time to extract confidences face to face.
Ten years had passed as in a flash ~
they vowed to turn girls weekend
into a much cherished tradition.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Beautiful bonfire
Orange feverish flames
Notable memories
Fireside confidences and conversations
Illustrious shooting flames of oranges
Restful meditative ambiance unseen in other places
Excited campers singing songs in unison
Am I my brother’s keeper?
Well…in a way
I keep your secrets in a chamber of my heart
I keep your confidences hidden behind the lids of my eyes
I keep your skeletons locked in the cupboard of my mind
I keep your insecurities safe in a bag of many tears you’ve cried
I keep your hopes in a jar with no lid
I keep your ambitions as fuel for your summer fire
I keep your dreams sitting on my favorite star
I keep your truth as a candle that lights the path for all that you conspire
Am I my brother’s keeper?
Well…in a way
A friend roots for you
Especially when you are wrong
She shows up when needed
Even if you asked her not to
She loves you in spite of your flaws
She builds you up, encourages your talents
Speaks kindly of you to everyone
Best of all, she keeps your confidences.
company memos are flowing out
escaping like fireflies in July
overly communicative
no confidences now
leaking information
losing credibility and integrity
hoping for likeability
worlds worst employee
no confidentiality
lack of professionalism
she has put our company at risk
jeopardizes our future and her own
I would have wished your departure to be a labyrinth with no exit,
To feel how each step of yours futilely fights against the longing that does not yield.
Every sleepless night, until the morning embraced us with its warm rays,
I knew, you were there, a participant in our ephemeral paradise.
Ah, if only you had left a clue that the traces of my caresses on the back of your hand
Would be replaced by another dream creator, by other fingers, what other world they would build.
And then I would have known how to forget, to erase every memory and coffee stain from the abandoned cup,
Which you left forgotten, a prisoner between the cupboard walls, still bearing your cold kiss.
I wouldn't have prayed for the peace of a goodbye,
If I had known that every heartbeat would become a verse dedicated to you,
An unspoken song of the soul, in secret, to you.
Surely, one day my stars will become a voice, bearers of confidences across time and space,
They will speak to you with the sweetness of lost nights, with the testimony of a love eternally written in the firmament.
Torn mind as a book sits unfound once more.
Overcast sky blotch caring Sun's warmness,
diffuse confidences a dawn's full bliss,
consolidates a desolate soul's lore,
their brief days of an annular old rune,
the fading of yesteryears contemplates,
the life of a destitute heart pulsates,
the same as a wayward blizzard in June,
sensed separation dwarfs active favor,
downcast eyes eclipse the mood as fear grows,
lost souls dragged into mounds of drifting snows,
spoils the realm of an endless December,
masterpiece frozen framed pictures hell,
be of Dante's Inferno where Satan dwell.
Streetwalking should be a solitary affair.
Night slips through unseen cracks,
bends the scant light
into dark-eyed windows.
A gangster is in my head,
a punk, scaling my smooth skull
seeking out weak spots,
those eggshell parts
where just a light knock
will shatter years
of confidential confidences.
I'm hatless, I should have a hat.
The sky drips like a leaky faucet.
Got to shove my head inside a collar,
reach inside a thin coat,
pull out a neatly packaged,
plastic poncho
recently bought from a Dollar Store.
Time to confront
an unsolvable situation.
Time to listen keenly
for the sound of a tiny piton
tap-tap, tapping.
What hidden secrets the ribbon horizon holds
Confidences of lovers from both sides of the world
I walk the beach, wondering if she will spill any
Alas she does not
We are shy women Sheba told me
Close-mouthed
You will never get our stories
I was silent.
She told me about three of her friends.
Revealing many confidences regarding divorces, family deaths, arguments
When her friends discovered this, they told me all about Sheba
Keeping back nothing
Which ones are the shy ones? I wondered.
Having no idea.
The older woman is seasoned, sassy and secretive, just ask Ms Mim
She can unleash her confidences, but she has learned to keep them
Knowing when to keep quiet, is learned in the hardest of ways
But the experienced crone realizes it makes for much better days
Low Self-Esteem states of affairs differing impressions
religiously surround us/me? Uncovered at an inopportune time
range of possible options channeled to social pressures, sensing
to belong are we clones? Do you sense being on the same wavelengths?
swayed to authoring and bad decisions? Low Self-Esteem borrowed
from childhood tribulations and bad habits and decisions, t. Lorust
issues? job and health uneasiness, unhappy childhood, physical and
emotional issues compelled to Low Self-Esteem of the self void of self
expressiveness growth of self-abilities, and confidences of Low Self-Esteem.
A weary tongue, it will tend to wag
With nothing better on earth to do
Than create a stir where none exists,
Always looking for another stew.
And failing that, it will tend to brag
Or look for a rumor on which to chew,
A salacious story it cannot resist
Often embellishing with a tasty brew,
With enough salt to make one gag
Picture sealing it up with Elmer’s glue
For any old cause it will happily enlist,
And constantly embellish another's view.
I once knew one such pitiful old hag
Who wallowed in everyone else’s brew --
Well, actually, I’ve composed quite a list
Confidences say I can’t share it with you.
Written October 1, 2022
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