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Aunt Marilda’s house and closet were full of felines of all types.
long-haired, short-haired, tabbies, pumas, and mice-hunting snipes.
we knew what we were inheriting when she passed on a rainy day.
who is going to clean out those animals? Asked persnickety aunt Kay.
there were live ones in addition to the ones on the chairs in the kitchen.
my aunt was irritated about her hoarder sister, she could not stop ’n.
six nieces and one nephew were not eager to stay for the show.
there were three living sisters, and they were all “in the know”.
Gladys took the closet, Stephanie and Yvetee cleaned out her stove.
there surely is not a cat inside that! Said my uncle who hid in an alcove.
they are everywhere! Said a niece who had brought along six live traps.
she had already caught sixteen of them and said “maybe this is a wrap!”
Aunt Marilda’s pots and pants, curtains, and shower stall all had cats.
some sat on their plump oversized bottoms; some were chasing rats.
one cat way up high hissed at everyone who came anywhere near.
cat shoes were found in the closet. Steph yelled “Marilda is here!”
we nieces and nephews were not sure exactly what she meant.
until we began smelling cinnamon, cloves, and peppermint.
popular scents of Aunt Marilda, her spirit must be quite near.
uncle yelled at the cat “Marilda, get your petootsie down here!”
Black cat jumped off the counter as if he had fallen from a nest.
Leaped onto Uncle’s shirt and slid down, tearing up his chest.
It’s Marilda all right! Uncle yelped. She always despised me.
His sisters cackled like witches as they drank their orange tea.
I was sitting on the corner, stoned
When out of the blue, my dead aunt phoned
How could this be, she rests in peace
Right beside my loving niece
I answered the phone, and my auntie said
"I know you think that I am dead"
"I'm alive"- my auntie moaned
Or- could it be that you're just- "Stoned"
I laughed through the receiver — “Still scolding from the night,
Still chasing my foolish shadows with your old familiar light;
You left your bones to silence, yet your sharp tongue remains,
A flame that outlives the ashes and remembers all my names.
She whispered, “You seek the dead where the cold earth has grown,
But graves keep only silence; they cannot keep what we have known;
The voice you thought was calling from some forgotten shore—
Was the tree beneath your footsteps, remembering the seed it bore.”
Collaborative Poetry Note
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The opening two stanzas of this poem were originally written by Charles Messina as the foundation of the collaborative piece. The subsequent stanzas were composed as a continuation and reinterpretation of the original narrative, expanding the encounter into a meditation on memory, mortality, love, and the unseen connections that endure beyond physical existence.
This poem represents a creative dialogue between voices — where humour, personal experience, and visionary reflection merge into a shared exploration of what remains when the boundaries between life and death begin to dissolve.
Laura Lee and Irma
By Franklin Price
9/15/2017
It's three A.M,. and early morn
I awoke to write this down
Barbara and Laura sleeping;
My wife, and niece from out of town
Laura Lee is visiting
She is my sister's child
We offered her safe haven
With storm Irma going wild
Irma now has left us
And Laura leaves today
She's returning home to Florida
Going back to earn her pay
Danger brought her here to us
We were pleased shelter her
We've had a nice rekindling
I'm sure she would concur
Told tales of many times gone by
Each took a turn or two
Remembering our younger days
And what, for us, is something new
Talked of how we're doing
And of the ones we love
The paths we walked to get us here
And the good lord up above
What we do from day to day
Our aspirations and our dreams
All in all we're very happy
At the least that's the way it seems
She left 'cause Irma roared to town
We're glad that she came here
She knows she's welcome any time
I hope we've made that very clear
Later today, we'll hug farewell
Wave goodbye as she departs
We thank the Lord for sending her
And we'll keep her in our hearts
I am numbed, I am stupefied.
I am unable to feel, unable to think.
I feel frozen, paralyzed, senseless.
All my senses diminished, deadened.
Desensitized, I hear without listening.
I see without looking or watching.
I smell without thinking of the scents.
I taste without perceiving the flavor.
I touch or feel without any feelings.
I hear the music without feeling
the beat, the rhythm, the cadence.
I draw without any passion, zeal.
There is no excitement in sketching,
drawing the human figure, body.
I dance without the gusto, zest,
enthusiasm, not feeling the music.
They say death comes in threes.
My niece passed on and the next
day, my brother passed away and
then my mother within three days.
I am in a total blankness.
I don’t feel the pain, the sorrow.
I cannot even cry or shed tears.
I am completely stupefied.
4/25/21 Your Best Free Verse So Far This Year Contest
John Hamilton
Written on 1/25/21
Waste of tears, why did I bother?
Waste of tears, nothing new, been doing it for years,
Waste of tears, while I was crying, you were sitting there laughing, I'm sure.
Waste of tears, for four months, I sat there thinking you really gave a dam,
Waste of tears, I sincerely thought you thought I was special,
Waste of tears, did you really say I was your sidekick?
Waste of tears, did you really care about autism awareness?
Waste of tears, why would you make me into a niece dumb mom?
Suzanne White, to think I considered you my mentor, you really made me sick..
Waste of tears, well you know what?
I'm not surprised, you see, I've been hurt all my life, you are just another chip in my broken heart,
Thanks for finally letting me see you for who you really are, another person who reminds me that I NO longer have a reason to be on this earth, maybe I should revisit "The Bridge" because I have know now that You don't care about my safety....
Wasted tears no more, they have been flowing for too many years...
I slowly make my way,
eyeing the perfect place to perch—
the bench sitting in the full sun,
caressing my face with its rays.
I’m drawn to the light
and shy away from the shade.
It gives me a reason to be alive
as I watch the children run around.
So many years spent at the park;
now I am here with my greats,
wishing it was you.
Little bubbles of joy surface
as I smile into those little eyes,
handing a drink box and a hug.
Thankful for the grays in my hair—
a reminder that many do not see—
I reflect on the years gone by.
I do feel some pang of regrets
as the list grows longer,
beads of sweat slowly drip,
mixing with the tears that I try to hide.
I made it here to the golden years
with a big hole in my heart—
a heart that now embraces
the two tiny humans sitting on my knees,
one wanting me to kiss her bobo better.
She jumps down, ready to go play,
and says, Watch me as I swing to the sky.
I let out a little sigh,
as I know you are watching from the sky.
Dedicated to my precious daughter.
While I hold my great-niece and great-nephew close,
I still hold you closer in my heart.
I was sitting on the corner, stoned
When out of the blue, my dead aunt phoned
How could this be, she rests in peace
Right beside my loving niece
I answered the phone, and my auntie said
"I know you think that I am dead"
"I'm alive"- my auntie moaned
Or- could it be that you're just- "Stoned"
In my dingy room where shadows creep
I heard my phone once more beep
“Am I under a horrendous delusion
Or is auntie’s voice a mere illusion?”
Memories arose and tortured my head
Auntie had warned ere she was dead,
Of the devastating risk of using hemp.
I sat stupefied feeling in my throat a lump.
We attended a candle-lit concert…with joy and wonder already built in.
It was the music of Adele…performed by 1 cello and 3 violins.
For a little while that evening…if was our aim…our intention…our goal
to allow the candles to light up our hearts…while the music soothed our souls.
Because we needed to be mesmerize, to be enchanted and enthralled…
to put on hold…for a moment…the horrible things our government is doing
to people outside the concert hall.
As we waited to enter we met and talked to a young couple…
they liked Adele but their favorite artist is Coldplay…
This couple was from London, England…(we could listen to them talk all day).
We met another couple and the group we were standing with let out a cheer
when we discovered it was their anniversary…they’ve been married for seven years.
With the aid of Google we helped another couple…who were on the edges of despairing…
by reading to them the correct way to get lip gloss out of the clothes that they were wearing.
Once inside…(we showed up early…we hate to arrive late)
we met up with our niece…attending the concert with her date.
Then we all sat down to listen to the music of Adele played by 1 cello and 3 violins…
and let the music lift us up…and take us to places we’ve never been.
Every now and then I’d close my eyes…then open them before the song was done
only to see a thousand notes floating in the air…landing on everyone.
When I described the people we met that night …the ones listening to 1 cello and 3 violins…
I deliberately omitted any information about what they looked like…
their sexual preference, their gender…the color of their skin.
Because it didn’t matter to the notes onto whose shoulders they were landing
or to the music…into whose ears it flew….
and if it didn’t matter to the notes or the music…why should it matter to you.
Music sees us as humans…it does not see our sex, gender color or name…
to the notes that emanated from 1 cello and 3 violins…we all look the same.
When the concert ended we did feel mesmerized, enchanted and enthralled…
and we wished this feeling of togetherness and unity…would extend outside the concert hall.
Perhaps that’s what our government…every government needs…before any session begins…
to take a moment…close their eyes and listen…to the music of 1 cello and 3 violins.
...Now somehow she went to college,
though admittedly just a state school,
she was quite right from programming,
and like most she came out a fool.
Started talking of ‘patriarchy,’
claimed that all men were just rapists,
always said that she was ‘oppressed,’
I asked why her parents paid for this?
In junior year she then ‘came out,’
declared she was a lesbian,
though even with her girlfriend there
I noticed her still eying men.
When I suggested that she should
be herself and not jump on trends
she began screeching endlessly,
for weeks it went on, without end.
She clung to this for two whole years,
despite constant cheating with guys,
which brought drama with her girlfriend,
of the domestic violence kind.
Women spurned are a great fury,
two of them a form of pure hell,
any seeing my niece and her
knew that it would not end that well.
But to the close she insisted
she was empowered to choose her love,
only arrest for battery
convinced her that she’d had enough.
You think after all this nonsense
she’d calm down, and choose to mature,
but some can’t live being at fault,
and still more there was to endure.
Deciding she was straight again,
she set out to lock down a guy,
but as she went she was dismayed,
and soon enough my niece did find
that men look at a woman’s past,
place great stress on their loyalty,
that women with forty partners
were not a good bet for their money.
Sure they would take my niece to bed,
she’d never had trouble with that,
but not a one would marry her,
by her thirties it looked really bad.
Yet then my niece proclaimed loudly
that you 'didn’t need fathers' these days,
empowered mothers on their own
were proudly blazing a new way.
We tried to talk her out of this,
told of troubles that she would face,
how hard it was to raise a kid,
what likely would be that kid’s fate.
Like always, she didn’t listen,
went ahead and had a child,
now lives on welfare and complains,
blames men, and speaks of them vile.
We have little contact with her,
she is a living detriment,
thank God my daughter chose to wed,
escaped all this ‘empowerment.’
For my niece with autism.
Her intrigue melts in silence
as she gazes up at me
a big surprise
behind those eyes
that only she can see.
She leads me off to nowhere
as she takes me by the hand
a quiet side, where she abides
but doesn't understand
Oh let me in to ponder
and be there when she sighs
As I try to see
the great mystery
behind Trinity's eyes.
Her innocence shines through her
like an angel in disguise
There's love that knows no boundaries
behind Trinity's eyes.
Attention may seem distant
but she's trying to show me how
she craves the warm affection
That I shower on her now.
In her own sense of wisdom
she can dream without the words
and try to share with those who care
a world meant to be hers
love you Trin.