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He was six. Brown hair, brown eyes, with a round freckled face that longed.
His mommy had died two days earlier, in a tragic accident on her way to work.
I did not know him, we’d never met, but I knew his 16 year old sister, a friend of my daughter’s.
And she needed a break, some time with friends, time to grieve.
I offered to keep him, for the day, for a weekend, for however long she needed.
Her stepfather was too cocooned with sorrow to be of any help now.
We had a delightful play date, this darling six-year-old soldier and I.
We drank lots of pop, ate crazy amounts of sugar, cooked food, and played board games galore.
I wanted a smile. I wanted him to know that life goes on, even when your mommy doesn’t.
We both needed to play; him more than I, but my heart was aching; he was such a good boy.
His name I have forgotten.
This was twenty-one years ago, and it was only one day.
I was worried it would take him all day to smile. I was wrong. He was six, remember?
When his sister came to get him, I did not want to let him go.
We had become best-ies, this six year old soldier and I.
We were giggling like seven months old, at this point.
I hugged him really tightly, not wanting to ever let him go.
Anywhere without his mommy.
At the last second I yelled, “See you later, alligator.”
He turned; his face split into a giant grin. He ran back for another hug.
And he said, “That’s good! Can I USE that?”
“Use it all you want,” I said.
I am still smiling about this boy without a name twenty-one years later.
My boy.
I
made
a mistake
with my mother
when the doctor told me she was dying
I should have brought her home to die with me
I live with that
weep at night
because
it
haunts
my soul
I could have
it was her wish
to be honest I was just so afraid . . .
then when I wanted to it was too late
if it happens
don't wait till
its too
late
her old cat w a i t e d
on her bed for days and weeks
t h e n he came to me
___________________________
June 27, 2016
Poetry/Tetractys/Senyru/I Waited Too Long
Copyright Protected, ID 16-84-627-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym
For the contest, Your Biggest Mistake
sponsor, Laura Loo
Sixth Place
I’m so lonesome I could cry
Cry for the pup lost from the pack
He’s gotta find comfort in winter
I’m so lonesome feeling disconnected
Cold comfort, but bees have a hive
Everything is interconnected
I’m so lonesome like Pluto
But, the dwarf has moons to comfort
Loneliness stretches space and time
I’m so lonesome tv is a cheap comfort
It’s a Platonic shadow play anyway
Better to stare at the wall
I’m so lonesome I’m proud of it
Let go of tribal feasts and embrace GrubHub
Stretch family ties across the globe
I’m so lonesome because of tech
Amazon will deliver and there is Zoom
But, I miss the days by the campfire
I’m so lonesome like Mars
The god of war needs a moon
I tell him he’s a moon to the sun
I’m so lonesome I cannot see
The invisible ties that bind
I remember I am blind to love
I’m so lonesome I cannot feel
The skin needs an epidermis to hold
Yet I touch grass and my cats
I’m so lonesome death needs comfort
It calls to me for a spot of tea
I see you everywhere holding a mug
I’m so lonesome it’s lost meaning
The voices in my head are giving up
Finally, I can be a lone wolf
I’m so lonely when no love is home
What about those who wait for no one?
There the day and night keep us
("Portal of Souls", 2019, original encaustic)
Just Another Door
Our society is sick
Spiritually sick
Because it has lost religion
Or transferred it to hollow
Shallow faiths – such as Scientism,
Environmentalism, Feminism, Marxism
Which can give us literally nothing
At death’s door.
Death should be the big day
What our lives have been not only heading to
But aiming for, preparing for
As our BIG day – THE day –
D-Day.
People prepare for other big days;
Prom nights, graduations, weddings, births
But curiously
Not death.
How do you want to die?
Or put another way,
Do you want to die randomly,
And without direction
Or with intention and vision?
Either way, it’s just another door.
(9/19/23)
Each of us is a story being told
We all bring something special to the fold
Now these memories I rescind
My life is written on the wind
Never paid attention to the cost
Some times I won, some times I lost
Material things only get in the way
Live each moment, each passing day
I’ve sailed the ocean under that summer moon
I’ll never dance to someone else’s tune
Though my heart be broken and my knees be skinned
I’ll write new chapters on the wind.
There is still so much that I haven’t seen
From the oceans blue to the forest green
If I lost all that I’m fond of
It would be okay because I’ve known love
Days seem shorter as time moves on
The sun still comes up at the break of dawn
Some times I prayed, some times I sinned
My life is written on the wind.
There’s a freedom in the way I feel
Knowing life is a one shot deal
No ribbons on my chest be pinned
My life is written on the wind.
Turbulent stream cascades on rough rock floor,
foaming waters flow to placid smooth sea.
Summer days burn the wasteland to the core,
satin night spreads stardust on the debris,
united, the opposites feel the glee.
Tough times shred life in scathing surge of storm,
to a cared bird in your nest I transform.
In harsh winter nights I freeze and in strain
lie on cosy dreams in your stretched arms warm,
your silky touch soothes forever my pain.
October 6, 2020
Syllable count : 10 per line
Checked on howmanysyllables.com
Rhyme checked on rhymezone.com
Contest : Dizain
Sponsor : Emile Pinet
Five half-lives approach zero
Takes calculus to reach anew
Then the moment begins again
The exhausting cycle with one end
Only fools think we’re binary
Take a lifetime to get over zero
It takes love to let go of the one
We’re shades of gray in the middle
To all things turn and turn
The halfway point ever elusive
Something old burns away
Something is reborn again
Wednesday turns to Friday
Midway is always a Thursday
New days turn to yesterdays
The next week fresh with fear
Revolving in old ruts is easy
Old defeats keep wheels spinning
I wonder when I’ll break free
Half-way out I’ll be strife free
By observing I alter the past
Fear’s iterations grow old
With insight the future is fresh
And half-life finds its inflection
The velvet cloak is cascading, all adorned with sequin stars,
Final streaks of sky colors fading, as pearl moon gazes afar.
The queen's lately departed, from the plush burgundy room,
Blue Neptune on her left, and and scarlet Mars on her right,
Trailing stardust in her wake, on the way to beautiful night.
Forays into mystery are waiting, at the dark end of the sun,
And tomorrow's queue of colors, await the orders of golden!
Blueberry darkness lies in its soft, eternal folds everywhere,
And beauty travels always, diamonds and jewels in her hair!
Varicolored flowers await fiery sun, of burnished days of old,
When sunlit cream tulips went on for miles, capturing smiles.
~Through All~
( Rhyming Couplet )
Without God, I don't know where for sure now I'd be
He sends me so many blessings that's clear to see
He gives His unconditional love today and forever
He grants me His forgiveness, He'll abandon me never
No matter what I do He always sees me through all
There are some days when it's so hard to stand tall
But with Jesus by my side through everything I can go
Because His love and grace helps me more each day grow
With God nothing is really impossible at all, this with certainty I do know
He gives me love, hope peace and strength, and in my heart His love just flow
He helps me see better when things go bad and I'm feeling down and blue
I am so happy and thankful that I know Jesus as my Lord and Saviour too.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2012
September.21.2017
So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13:13 (NIV)
-“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.
John 3:16 (NIV)
- Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer
Romans 12: 12 ( NIV )
-The Lord will fight for you, and you have only to be silent.”
Exodus 14: 13 ( NIV )
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain
A man and woman on either side of a fence
For long strangers, once met by sheer chance
A spark of love was lit in an instance
Its flame was fanned through many a glance
And eventually got blazed into a hot romance
Until it was steadied through an alliance
Days and months flowed smooth in passionate romance
As man and wife they decided to live in perfect compliance
They often felt their minds go upbeat in a dance
Life breathed out a rare and sweet fragrance
And their faces always gleamed in bright radiance
They flitted like butterflies across life’s expanse
Over calm waters, they glided like a pair of swans
Around their future, they braided umpteen plans
There was always a spark of glitter in their glance
Never once they suspected any mischance
After a year, their love was tested through penance
Days slouched on without any parlance,
Until their life was couched in dumb silence.
In secret, they nursed many a grievance,
And saw each other with a vengeance.
This often took a turn of violence
From this bondage, they longed for riddance
And through a divorce, finally sought a deliverance!
( to be continued)
Sept.23.2022
Chapter. 1. Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Matt Caliri