I'm slipping into a world I don’t know,
I'm going in a way that doesn’t show,
I try to weave hope into the maze,
I look for a pathway through the haze.
I open the door to my abode,
A deluge makes an inroad,
I'm in a tumultuous session,
In a world beyond view and comprehension.
I'm a portrait of sombre colours,
My chamber is patterned with contours,
I work to assemble my thoughts,
They are bricks of varied sorts.
Dawn chauffeurs me this way,
Little do I know about it to say,
Its volume is sculpted in obscurity,
Its details coalesce in veiled security.
April 24, 2023,
Writing Challenge - 'W' Words - Poetry Contest,
Constance La France.
Categories:
inroad, how i feel, inspirational,
Form: Rhyme
We embraced,
“I'll see you soon,” she said,
I watched the vehicle leave,
I felt hollow and empty,
It was my first time seeing her,
I have heard so much about her,
I had longed to see her since I was a child,
I didn’t know that was the last farewell,
She didn’t come back,
We didn’t see anymore,
She sailed away.
She was taken ill,
She had had the early signs,
I was told about it,
But didn’t notice it when we met,
She looked hale and sound,
We talked at length,
She went down memory lane.
The ailment had a deep inroad into her,
It stole her present,
It brought her past before her,
When we were happy she had turned the corner,
She breathed her last,
With a smile on her face, she gave up,
My auntie broke the news to me,
She was the last of her clan.
July 1, 2022.
Categories:
inroad, death, grandmother, loss, sad,
Form: Free verse
Write me a way out of sadness and pain
Make it a whimsical , happy refrain.
Pen my way down to the old berry patch
Where we built a house of palmetto thatch
Write me a path back to childhood's domain
High on a ditch bank at play in the rain.
A Florida trail that you pencil in gray
Made of oyster shells out of the bay.
Lay out the map made of words that unwind
To take us to someplace that waits in the mind.
An inroad to knowing what means more than gold
A pathway to healing the heart and the soul.
So much time has come and gone
And now I'm left all alone
I think of Florida and I smile
So, please write me home, just for awhile
Written with my niece, Johnette Loefgren
Categories:
inroad, nostalgia, people, places, me,
Form: Couplet