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Fine drizzle over the bay, falling slowly and hesitantly
as preparing for a proper deluge  
Who knows, perhaps it will not happen, and the sun
will shine even if it is a day older
Dry slippery cobblestone pavements for the aged
Since it is Saturday, the ships' tugs are at their anchorage.
as they want to be nearer the shore
One vessel has run out of meat and potatoes, a stable
Diet,  the chief steward, had bought a lot of cakes 
because he was depressed at the time and needed
cheering up
To mollify the crew, he told of a famous woman who
said when the people were hungry, "let them eat cakes."
The crew didn't think that was funny and threatened
to throw him overboard
From the shore came a motorboat  loaded with pears
oranges and cabbage, but no potatoes and no meat
The chief steward was trying to swim ashore

Sunset Reverie

Smiling down on the speckles of sand,
already the warmth is fading.
Dreaming of brilliant 
stars to appear
as their mother rested on waves.

At the height of graceful magnificence
her soft chrome glow diminishing.
One last show 
she would provide
before she went to bed.

She reached her arms to the skies
and bid her children "good night."
Sinking slowly,
hesitantly, 
into the darkness,

she painted the heavens with hues,
magenta, tangerine, and cyan she had bestowed.
A tinge of violet creeping softly in,
bleeding unnoticeably, one into the other
until a rich ocean blue had been made.

Movements of life 
slowed, blurred,
dreams wriggled deep into minds,
darkness blanketed 
the land with its quilts.

And Earth slumbered once more.

I’ve understood the secrets of your life

I’ve understood the secrets of your life,
I’m no longer your former source of strife.
I won’t take a place on your cherished throne,
My sorrow won’t leave your doorstep alone.

The century looks back at me with disdain,
What’s happened to humanity’s domain?
Deep in my heart, my feelings remain,
My secrets are still unshared, like a chain.

I have many truths still locked away,
My pride remains untouched, come what may.
I come hesitantly, still shy and afraid,
Like a bride whose face is yet to be laid.

Don’t be fooled by praises or empty fame,
Don’t blame the times or others for your shame.
If your heart finds no peace with the world’s beat,
You’ll never embrace the joy that’s complete.

Middle of the Night

In the middle of the night,

In the plush comfort of a place called home

I lay down with my parents by my side

I sleep with eyes wide open

Fixed on the white ceiling above

On the shadows cast by a dim bulb

In a way it reflects my mind, i think

Filled with white noise amidst black calm

In the middle of the night,

A solitary tear falls down my cheek

Silently, slowly, hesitantly

As if it is testing the darkness for the eye of an onlooker

I make no attempt to brush it off

For it is the middle of the night

And it is the only time i can let myself be.

Fog

Fog

I feel like I am walking through a veil of thick fog or mist. 
I do not know where I am going and I am completely lost. 
This is uncharted territory for me and I feel all alone.
It wasn't supposed to be like this, you were always supposed to be here,
Now I walked into the unknown without you and I am so scared,
You were taken too soon and so abruptly, leaving me shook to the core.
You have always walked by my side through the good and the bad,
You always made sure I felt safe and protected,
Little did I know you have always been my guardian angel in life and now in death,
I will miss you for forever and I will never be the same,
I will hesitantly walk forward half of who I was, but I know that you will be with me in some form or way to help guide me along the way.

Mail Lady

The van idles: inside its cage
she hops like a starling
from dashboard to counter.

Lady seer, shuffling the motley,
the significant and trivia.
revealing now, the stamped
and foreseeable.

A flick of her wrists
between each numbered box -
we open that tin mouth,

reach in hesitantly, for bolts out of the blue,
or just news from predicable snails.

Sisters For Free

She came in all bouncy and cute too.
As almost all six-year-olds do.
I had no idea why, she seemed adorable to me.
When I am not in the class, I do not often see…
What errors have been made.
whether the room is sunshinr or shade.
Who was at fault, her or her teacher.
Not one to lecture, I am school counselor, not preacher.

I have two sisters, she told me.
A bit reluctantly
How old? I; did ask.
She thought really hard, tiny daunting task.
One is two, one was four yesterday
What great ages I say.
You can have both, she told me a bit hesitantly.
And you won’t have to pay, they are free.

An Unlit Light

The night fell away 
dousing its own darkness,
a weak dawning light 
hovered hesitantly,
over its scant trembling edge.

Mist was not mist 
but an erasing smear,
the sky was a half-closed eye.

Those who watched,
wondered if the new would stay old,
or not lift itself at all 
from the crib or the grave,
but fade away in its own blooming.

For a long haze-tricked time
we walked in the wrong shoes,
as a dim twilit world
struggled silently to picture itself.

Lakeside, the Music Plays On

The lake has its own orchestrated acoustics.
The quaking of oboes and the bassoon-ing honks
of a skein of geese 
conduct a loosely scored morning air.

Rustling reeds chime in fluted stems, 
a wind section throats through its hollow notes,

and then there is you.

you who hesitantly strum 
within each lip-breathing earshot

nevertheless

your strings are tuned high
to the vibrating moment.

All this ‘a cappella’ is inside you now
like a chick cracking though its own eggshell.

You look around your shoulders
searching for the composer
see nothing, only a naught that imagines
paused fingertips above a keyboard.

Will you sing now or depart unfinished?

The ensemble of the assembled
has left.
You can try again
when your inner metronome
is less bolted to its mechanical tongue,

but for a time
harmony nest elsewhere.

Fresh Writes Or Fresh Rites

Fresh writes or fresh rites?
Dare I ask?
Is a death involved?
Would asking be insensitive?

I have been known to be less than subtle.
Did you say that Ross has fresh writes?
Ross who? She asks, sounding suspicious.

I am not sure, I reply, hesitantly.
Now she knows I do not fully listen to her.
Do you mean Rocks?
Maybe.

What are you trying to say?
Her voice is raised, on the verge of meanness.
I wish I knew.
I really do.

I Love You

“I love you.” he said, his voice raspy and emotional. 

“You..?” I asked softly, and he nodded yes, slowly.

I kind of moved him away a bit - with a soft stiff-arm - to see him better in the limited light. He looked serious and a little flushed, as if feverish. I examined his face, looking for insincerity or jest but saw none. Perhaps this “love” could use some examination. 

“Would you convert to Judaism for me?” I asked

He looked surprised and a little confused. “Are you Jewish?” He asked, hesitantly.

“No.” I answered. He still looked confused.”I’d be proud to be Jewish,” I clarified. “or to have a Jewish boyfriend.”

“Then.. why would I need to convert?” He asked, squinting with concentration.

“We were examining your sumptuous commitment to love.” I said, “forgetaboutit.”

Ever So Sorry Joanne My Big Sis

I am ever so sorry to you Joanne 

And I only can apologize for what
I am hesitantly about to mention
and say let alone speak these word's 
and express these thoughts out loud

As you are coming over on holiday
on this the 1st of June to visit both
your mum and I

But being as I am your brother and
love you so I do not wish to lie

For since we haven't seen one another
in the flesh for over 2 long year's now

I know and fear I will in fact disappoint 
you when you see me my ever-loving big sis

As the time we have lost and spent apart 

To me has not been kind and you as I
may find it hard to assimilate the person
I am now and have sadly become

And thought abounds me of you
upon leaving wishing you had never 
taken your time to come at at

Is keeping me awake way into the
dead of night when I try and sleep

I can and may just about be able to
deal with the disappointment I feel
within myself

But seeing that very same disappointment
reflected in your eyes

I fear may well be something far to 
hard  than even I can take and face

And why I say I am ever so sorry Joanne

Days of Youth

Youth is a wonderland of joy and bliss
Filled with vibrancy, picture-perfect days.
Roses, blue skies, love's first trembling kiss
Winding hesitantly toward grown-up ways.

Time is a prankster that plays with our will
Enchants us to think golden days will last
Twists our psyches, sings the same tune until
we believe its message: Youth will not pass.

I laugh now, thinking of those carefree days.
we couldn't see hours slipping from time
instead, we thought nothing could bar our ways
No thought of mountains we might have to climb.

The hours and days and years hurry by
While we ponder days we'd like to amend.
We'd like time back to again give a try
reading to children with time for a friend.

Enjoy youth's energetic brief bright span
Fitting joy and heartache into each mile.
Capture youth's radiance into life's plan
then wish youth fondest farewell with a smile.

December 1, 2021
"Y" Contest ~ Youth
Sponsored by Constance La France
3rd place

Never Too Late

Reborn here now without baggage
I move hesitantly into the sun
From the door of my new apartment in a new city
Ready to start over.

The person I used to be no longer exists
Reborn here now without baggage
Because I finally took control of my life
And left a spiraling situation, swirling the drain.

No more yelling, no more hiding
No more cowering in dark corners
Reborn here now without baggage
I feel the sun gently warm my face and smile.

It’s never too late to start over.
Don’t ever let anyone tell you that it is,
For I am proof it can happen as I stand
Reborn here now without baggage.

Gods Brilliance

Laughing water flows gentle
Against smooth stones
Whispering softly, soothing
Like a smile projecting love

Wishful sun glowing pensively
Erasing the morning dew
Brightening my life with hope
For a new day, a fresh light

Careful breeze blows hesitantly
Breathing hope to the mind
Who knows that this kind melody
Raises praise from the heart

Miracles from the earth cry out
Silencing the gasps of longing
From those who know no faith
Designing sighs of amazing grace

Prayers murmured from naked souls
Coloring the spirit in tender joy
Lavender, mauve and shimmering golds
Blushing sparks of creativity

Inspirations from tree and bird
Silence even the heart’s shyness
With clever songs of delight
Capturing peace and bringing insight

There is kindness and truth within
Where generosity gives again
Hope, faith and love that is endless
Brought to life by God’s brilliance

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