The day of two superpowers
Passing white clouds amidst blue skies
Heaven's sprinkling blesseth showers
Turquoise blue lagoon compromise
Surface inviting raindrop scours
Lush influence by butterflies
Delicate petals of flowers
Redolent coercion complies
Defining times Happiest Hours
The mother of the bride still cries
The bride end days of wallflower's
The daddy's sentimentalize
The proud bridegroom man of the hour
Exchanging vows and sharing eyes
The rings, kiss, bell tolls church tower
Engagement ends and new arise
Family, balance of power
Garter and bouquet caught, surprise
Then culminating, zero hour.
Categories:
engagements, beautiful, future, life,
Form: Rhyme
not a dim voice in the back of your head
not wisdom and words from those who are dead
not just some long forgotten equation
not a bandage over an abrasion
not a blessing bestowed on the masses
not sweet talk meant for much sweeter lasses
not idle chatter in small sleepy towns
not the sounds of footsteps making their rounds
not thunder and lightning rolling on high
not the sound of a small child asking why
random unhurried changing arrangements
the constant flow of human engagements
momentary matters none of which last
all become echoes of that which is past
Categories:
engagements, change, life, perspective,
Form: Sonnet
part 2 of 2
“How’s school going?” Annick asked later, moving some of my fly-away hair out of my face - a trace of the maternal in her solicitous fussing - but I liked it.
“Easy peasy,” I said, the lie warming me like an ember or black magic.
There’s no real sibling rivalry between us. Imagine you’re Beyoncé’s sister, what are the odds that you’ll eclipse Beyoncé? Yeah, it’s ZERO.
“Ha!” she laughs, “you are such a little fibber.”
“I am NOT,” I hotly say, but my defense is ruined by my laugh. “I’m doing ok - but it’s a lot,” I say, to erase the fib.
They’re ENGAGED!
I tried not to act stunned but I doubt I was very convincing. The news thumped me like a gust of wind. Suddenly, I knew. Our yesterdays were no more substantial than a story we’d read together growing up, that you can mourn and rejoice at the same time.
Otherwise it was a family lunch, although at first I was a bit nervous around Gerard. At one point Annick says, “What are you doing?” as the table gently quivered.
I smiled wincingly, “Making circles with my ankles,” I said.
Annick smiled knowingly.
Categories:
engagements, boyfriend, engagement, holiday, humor,
Form: Free verse