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THE DARKEST DAYS OF HER LIFE
The sewing machine, long idle, gathered dust
I discovered it, by chance, in my late mother’s attic.
My hand brushed the protective wooden case,
lifting the lid, I saw her antique sewing machine.
The cover had kept the machine in good condition
I could clearly see the maker’s name Jones, in gold letters.
I’d never seen the machine before, but remember my mother
telling me she’d made clothes for orphaned children
The war years seemed like only yesterday, she’d tell me,
recalling vivid memories of the bombing, which caused
such destruction in the city of Coventry where she’d lived.
The air raid sirens would wail, people hurried to the shelters
hoping; praying they and their loved ones would survive.
During the ten hour raid when the Cathedral was bombed
she’d fled to a tiny cellar, with few provisions. Many hours passed,
the candle spluttered, spent, and all was dark …
Fictional poem but based on some fact
One, Nine and Sixteen contest
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1- 'The sewing machine, long idle, gathered dust'
9- 'The war years seemed like only yesterday'
16- 'The candle sputtered, spent, and all was dark'
4/13/18
Nature confides
the vane defines the wind.
Solace in sorrow
this eternal heart
ephemeral
we deem,we dream …
A spectral power
thought that walks alone.
such sweet possessions
lands of consciousness...
A pallid land,
beyond the sea
crimson children
playing in the west...
Today has been fair
tonight still very blue
tomorrow cold
asleep,the wind blows..
A simple call
gentle in my ear
a melody sweet
if I could see..
Summer's supple glove
apples fast,
cider almost done
Fall has been here...
Delay the frost
coax the flowers
shadows silent,
sleep dying day...
Nature confides
the vane defines the wind.
A phrasis from emily d letters
I want to write about love
I want to write about how deep these roots have planted themselves in my chest,
How the leaves have stained my favorite sweater
I want to write about the summer again
How the wind brushed gently against my body
Or how I'd go out at night and tell the moon everything about you
I'd tell her how pretty you were
And how much I enjoyed your company.
I haven't talked to her in a while
She turns her back to me when go out at night.
I wish this clock would stop ticking.
And this stupid book.
I wish the letters would rearrange themselves into a story that was about us
And the ending I always wish we had
I still think you have the prettiest eyes by the way
But I wish I could take back everything I said.
Staring out the windows of my wandering mind.
I wonder where they went, those precious drops of time.
Those days remembered of a younger man,
moments not spent plotting future plans.
Memories of running barefoot through neighbors' yards.
No fences to keep in or out, our dreams free to run with no regards.
In a class listening while the teacher reads poems like lovers' letters.
She standing against a desk, a voice soft as an Autumn sweater.
Lying in open grassy fields with flowers on the ground.
A lifetime of possibilities, swimming all around.
Seeking safe harbor in friends smiling faces.
Memories you hold so dear and hope that none replaces.
Where are those days I wonder as I look down on my parents' grave?
Are they etched in the dashes that the dates hold and save?
Sometimes I think I see them in the eyes of my younger son.
I will gaze out the windows at his days and watch him through the yards run.
9/21/18
#Xhosa_pool
Today I fell into a Xhosa pool, still grappling with my recovery, my shivering mind. In there something epic hides, an enormous emotional drainage. Feel robbed off weight, side and focus. I lost so much in there, part of me that still refuse to return. In there I met beast of beauty, my lungs palpitates, please balance me for I'm shocked of beauty
Dampen reactions, shivering mind, this pool drains both my inner and outer abilities, wanted to share my fending attempt, but I'm dripped off my standing rights, need to be upright in glorifying this effect of my heart desires, in this Xhosa pool I fell, so tenderly dangerous
I went there to innocently greet, not to fall, look at my clothes, lingering on my traumatized body, hear the trembling bones, her effects to my unreachable portions, ask me my name and check if I still left with letters to construct, this pool raincheck everything I am
A dimpled yellow, soaking my mind deep into her snow white eyes, cracking my spine with her shrilling voice, I'm wrecked by her side, trying lift my head, so heavy feel pressed, trying open my eyes, exhausted, so much strength leaked out of my side, wanna say something, my tongue clicks to my palatals, I'm crippled by her every being. From toe to skull, from pigment to texture, from smile to laughter, I'm tattered. In this Xhosa pool I fell
#Poetic_Ink
I thank the stars for bringing me wishes. I say good morning to you in my evening.
I think about bad and you don't even think about leaving. I thank you for being beside me. Your Showing affection never neglecting my message. I'm holding your wishes so highly. Your essence your lessons established connections between us I think of the reasons I won you I'm reading the meaning I'm needing to trust you I'm seeing it eat us away and push us apart I know it won't beat us but see us attaching our hearts together forever in letters for better in person for better or worse in the end
Detecting the feelings I'm kneeling preparing those words nearing the surface emerging and working our way to the top for basic amazement creating a basis to change the way that we think about FACES
Zoltar moved in quietly,
carried up the stairs by no one
I remember seeing.
At night, his gears murmured
through the thin apartment wall~
a soft metallic prayer
to whatever listens in the dark.
Occasionally,
I heard his cards shuffle themselves~
paper whispering secrets
it should not know.
Sometimes his lights flickered
under my doorframe,
as if he’s pacing,
as if he’s thinking.
One night,
he slid a fortune under my door:
The visitor arriving tomorrow
died twelve years ago.
Another one follows:
Your shadow will leave you
before the week ends.
At dawn, the hallway smelt
of burnt incense and cold metal.
His lights flickered wildly,
as if he’s arguing with something
I cannot see.
Then a final card appeared~
edges singed, letters warped:
Do not open the door
when you hear your own voice.
Born from my soul new to this earth
This marvel of life that we call birth
Dedication endurance, gestation of time
To hold him so close our son so fine
Tears from my eyes, fulfilment of joy
Proud parents we are of our little boy
We look to tomorrow to live our lives
As we remember his dad whom fate has deprived
He was a soldier, just nineteen years old
Too early to leave us for his young life to fold
At Southampton Docks, where I waved him farewell
My tears were so different our future looked swell
Frequent letters arrived declaring our love
To the birth of our son a gift from above
Then came the day your whole world falls apart
A knock at the door, where do they start
They sit you down, knowing the words you will hear
My eyes start to swell, with a different tear
They tell of my husband, father to our son
Heroic in war, lost to the enemy gun
They leave, the door closes, I'm in momentary empty
My life not that long ago was blissful of plenty
We said our farewells my son and I
With a lifetime of tears I will internally cry
I needed a cake for a birthday;
I stopped at a fancy food store.
With Mothers’ Day coming tomorrow,
I lucked out with choices galore.
My daughter loves everything chocolate
And one seemed to really just pop –
A mousse-filled creation in layers,
But crowned with a satiny top.
When asked if the cake could, with icing,
Be personalized on the spot,
The counterman grinned with excitement;
I gathered he does this a lot.
With beautifully swirled dainty letters,
How deftly he piped every word,
But before he completed his artwork,
A happenstance strangely occurred.
He’d asked not a word ‘bout my daughter
But finished his icing design
With a musical staff and a clef note
When it’s music that makes her life shine.
How’d you know? was the best I could muster.
He just smiled as he tenderly placed
What he’d lovingly done in a cake box;
It’s just perfect, no matter the taste.
You know I had to make one for the lovers & friends
For the unfaithful men & dishonest women
I know somebody out there is tired of the deceitful lies
But as much as you love that person
Sometimes you just gotta say goodbye
I know, I been there
Remember them late convo’s on the phone
When you were about to get out work
You let em know you were on ya way home
The way she looked at you it was like she was tired of being alone
And the way he held you it was love not just trying to hear you moan
Love. I think them letters lost its meaning
Maybe that’s reality or exactly what it seems
The words a woman told a man used to be words he could believe
But he don’t trust her
So he got females on the side just in case she would leave
After all the lies & deceit
He’s back wit his homies on the street
It’s kind of a hurting feeling when you in love way too deep
But you know that homeboy of his
He told him he saw you out creeping
And he believes it, so now you at home crying ya literally leaking
It ain’t worth it yeah I know I been in that position
I can do bad by myself he won’t even listen
But all of a sudden he’s getting calls like 4 in the morning
It’s killing you inside mentally and here it comes that quiet storm
Yeah I remember saying it myself I can’t take it no more
But when you in love it’s kinda hard to walk out that door
True love doesn’t last till you give it a try
Yeah that’s what I heard but I refuse to be hurt one more time. I’m Leaving