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Since she died, I have to build
a makeshift funeral pyre
to burn up all the secrets told
her letters lit afire
I read them through before I do
the funny, sweet and shocking
things she shared when we were kids
vicious flames now mocking
Their heat distorts my vision
with a wavering in the air
as I quell my indecision
and try hard not to care
Though it hurts, I cannot hold
on to what would become twisted
misunderstanding things she told
of what her life consisted
So many clever bits and pieces
of lovely sisterhood
slow the savory memory releases
things unspoken yet understood
Now tearing into tiny fragments
salvaging what I can
I burn and die a little as I
throw them in the can
For on this makeshift funeral pyre
I offer my sacrifice
and 'though I know- it's loyal and true
I feel I'm losing her twice
Like vicious beast, the blazing flames
are licking, burning with poison tongue
eating memories accumulated
when my heart was free and young
A smoldering within my soul
now singed, and seared, and scorched
feeling somehow less than whole
my heart a wasteland, barren torched
It had been twenty-seven years since the sisters had seen each other – twenty-seven Christmases and birthdays. Twenty-seven years where hurt sisters refused to be in the same room together. Their mother’s sadness appeared to them as anger and disappointment. She tried to shame them for the first few years, not changing the situation an inch for the good. They were both set on their path of righteousness, totally unwilling to communicate in any way with the sister they had cut out of their life and their heart.
As a result, their mother held two Christmases celebrations for twenty-seven years, hinting around, that she wanted them to somehow resolve this and be a family again. The feud was held onto firmly, grasped hard and fast, poked red and raw for a long time. It would have probably continued for another twenty-seven years if their mother had not fallen severely ill, dangerously toward death. The sisterhood they had cherished in childhood, had served them no purpose in adulthood. They had seven children, between them, and none had met their mother’s twin.
The hospital corridor was deathly quiet when the second daughter stepped inside to walk the corridor that led to her mother, in room 435 North. Two of her children sat down on chairs, across from grown cousins they had never met, and did not expect to ever know. No one spoke. Seven grown children, all waiting, wondering what their mothers would do. The door opened and the twins were together one last time with their mother. The sobbing could be heard in seconds as they fell into each other’s arms, and became sisters again.
The mama smiled
from glory’s spiritual realm
daughters feud now gone
Dated: August 1, 2018 Contest: For Your Poetry Journal Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart a.k.a. Broken Wings
‘I was born with the meaning of home running through my veins.’ Lauren Eden
inside the back door of our house our laughter rang out
as we sat chit-chatting around the kitchen table
playing board games or telling silly stories
upstairs at night we giggled in our bedroom
snacking on treats we had sneaked into our room
when dad would yell up the stairs at us to go to sleep
not able to quell youthful exuberance
for we had ties bound by a forever sisterhood
born by fate – I don't know
but molded nevertheless by our time together
secrets whispered in the dark
and heartaches assuaged sympathetically
fighting at a minimum
the place where today
though it be no more a building made of brick
is but a phone call away
AT NOUGHT—
Under feet covered with my bad choices
I’m uncaring and I don’t care how it’s going
All caught up, unwavering, demining, stop judging the brethren
Unrestricted
I have a following
Mind’s encased in babblings, stop judging the populace
To dance within my space
There’s no disgrace
To unravel my unrighteousness
Controlled temperaments, stop judging the sisterhood
Full acknowledgement
As in Cain not Able
At Nought—
Not acknowledging ones brother
Keep ones departed death under cover
Believing that it’s all resolved
Living on the remaining blogs
Hoping no one comes, or cares
The situation been revealed
Waiting on the bats unbound non inclusive
Awaken dreams a dancing between the lines of reality
Galloping dignitaries
Unfettered, uncovered, uninhibited, unrestricted
Free to the fancy, fancy toward the freed
Given all that liberty, give me liberty
At Nought—
People all, all you people stand on the feet
We All shall be judged by t he Master, our Lord God
When time comes each and everyone
The feet off creation stand over circumstances deeper than oceans
Crawl, walk, run, fall in awe, retentive person am I
Fell in,, fall in all in a conclusion
Full acknowledgement
I have a following full acknowledgement
So at all cost judge not …….
At Nought—
05/07/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018©
They met back in school when perms were in style..
Now they’re fifty-seven and wickedly wild.
A sisterhood forged in detention and pranks..
Now fueled by cocktails and cackles and tanks.
Derani and Adrianne? Soulmates for sure..
Joined at the hip and bonded by lore.
They gossip, they giggle, they drink in sync..
And dare you to challenge their best-friend link.
Then there’s Jacqui.. a goddess of stage..
She channels Cher’s drama, Eurythmics rage.
She belts out *"Believe"* with a wig and a strut..
Mic in one hand, the other on her butt.
Michelle may be small, but don't take her lightly..
Her shoulders are boulders, her grip is unsightly.
She once arm-wrestled a guy twice her size..
He cried, she flexed, and winked both her eyes.
Tracey’s just ditched a man full of crap..
She’s sipping red wine and plotting a slap.
She’s single, she’s spicy, she’s dancing on chairs..
Shouting, “Freedom looks *hot* — and I’ve got new wares!”
And dear Marlene, the host with the most..
Baby sis of Adrianne, proud to boast.
But don’t cross her vibe or you’re bound to regret..
She’ll say “ off” before lighting a cigarette.
They toast to the past, to the mayhem and men..
To surviving their youth.. and doing it again.
No filters, no limits, no shame in their game..
These queens of the chaos will never be tame.
Sublime summer is arriving,
The darling daisies are gossiping
Laying on the sill of the silly window,
The sun is complimenting them excessively,
The blush is lustrous and lurking.
Summer is shimmering on its way,
Spring is packing her suitcase,
Ready to leave,
She doesn't get along with her sister,
Summer's soar sight
Can make Spring blind.
Spring loves her eyes
So she's absolutely ready for goodbyes,
I should not hold her,
I'd write a goodbye letter
Hoping that she'd feel better,
Sisterhood is a vital matter,
Spring and summer can never unite
Even though they are two sisters so polite—
Spring is too floral,
Summer is too bright.
And when they get together
All they do is fight.
And that's not at all right.
So goodbye spring,
Come back next year,
Go your merry way,
Let go of summer's fear.
I'll be waiting from you to hear,
Goodbye now,
Summer is almost near.
The Mirror of the Soul
I search the crowd for steady eyes, for a gaze that meets my own,
For the warmth of conversation that could melt this wall of stone.
I long to speak, to share the heart, to let the secrets out,
To find a two-way street of words instead of walls of doubt.
But people look and turn away, they see the rugged shell,
And never ask about the soul where sacred spirits dwell.
I’ve stood among the sisters, the women I call mine,
Looking for a sisterhood, a soft and holy sign.
But they see the rough exterior, the weathered hands of grit,
And reject the very flame of me before the fire’s lit.
They do not see the Princess through the shadows of the man,
They do not reach to take the hand or try to understand.
It’s a lonely kind of hunger to be seen for who you are,
To have a woman’s heart within and bear a warrior’s scar.
They fear the iron surface and the strength they think they see,
Ignoring all the tenderness that lives inside of me.
I watch the pain in every eye, the flickers of the mind,
Searching for a kindred soul that isn't color-blind.
To be a part of something and yet stand so far apart,
With a rough and heavy casing on a soft and beating heart.
I’ll keep my chin up steady as I walk this lonely line,
Waiting for the one who sees the light I’ve made as mine.
I am the bridge between the worlds, the daughter and the son,
Still reaching for the talk of hearts before my day is done
We came for the night…
but the night ended up witnessing something far more beautiful:
us, together.
The night the universe paused just long enough
for sisterhood to take the most beautiful photograph of itself —
a single frame where smiles bloom like constellations,
arms linked beneath golden city lights.
This isn’t just a selfie.
This is what it looks like when women choose each other on purpose,
hearts wide open, laughter spilling into the dark.
When friendship stops being something you do
and becomes something you wear like warmth on your skin,
a living glow that wraps every soul in the circle.
The glow you see isn’t from the streetlights.
It’s from every heart in this frame refusing to let another shine alone —
radiant, unbreakable, chosen.
In this frozen breath of time,
we are the light, the love, the legacy,
sisters captured in perfect, golden harmony.
When I was but a child, I sure was not
too popular or all that great in school.
I tried to make good friends; I tried a lot
with all the girls considered to be cool.
I wished to be with them but played the fool.
They’d talk to me alone but would not stoop
to letting me hang out in their tight group.
It made me feel forlorn to know that I
was always being left out of the loop.
But soon would come my time, and I would fly!
As if emerging from a dark cocoon,
I did not know what I would come to be.
My time was coming though, and it came soon!
In junior high, the teachers noticed me.
My confidence grew fantastically.
My former way of seeking friends I saw
had never worked because of one big flaw:
I wasted time with girls who just were not
a fit for me! My soul was filled with awe
to know that girls like ME were whom I sought!
I felt so happy as I looked around
with new perspective, for it meant I could
feel free when other girls like me I found!
I grew in mind and body. It felt good
to have new friends and form a sisterhood.
In junior high, my wit was at its peak.
I lived for sleepovers and was not meek.
I talked to boys, and not since I’d been born
was I so happy. Life is sometimes bleak,
but since that time, I’ve never felt forlorn!
Feb. 10, 2018 for 'The Magic Of Three' Poetry Contest of Broken Wings
Reflection of own inner voice
Hear me through with the justice
And spare me with the understanding
Of the truth value of a great freedom
To find its own peace purpose
To overcome with a carry of a burden
To seek justice is coming through
With the prevail of unity
Through the darkness time
To conquer with fear
That no harm is done
To champion what we feel
For what justice is standing for
That humanity is a one truly precious kind
So let the reflection of own inner voice
To be heard and carry on as life goes on
With harmony and peace we stay survive
Among the share of our brotherhood and sisterhood
To be united as one on this planet
For the peace sake of us mankind
Together we will soar and rise
Until we will be free
For the prosperity that it comes to see