I have made my decisions in this life I'm living.
Put forth my best to bring you happiness,
but I'm still giving.
I watch my family regather,
Sharing moments of joy and laughter.
I too am pursuing what everyone's after—
a happily ever after—
Just one without you being shattered.
I decided to forgive and forget,
because I'm not ready to lose you yet.
I realize that if I let you win,
we'll commit this painful sin,
and I'll never see your pretty face again.
So I put down my boxing gloves,
Resisting resentment to bring back love.
With gratitude I thank God above
He gave me you—my one and only—my dove.
How many times must I apologize?
I don't know; I don't care.
At the end of the day,
I'm here; you're there.
No, it isn't fair, but
I'll stay right here, not disappear
Since I'd rather be with you than anywhere.
With you—my one and only love.
I pray for the day you'll wake up and see
I'm waiting for you to make your way back to me.
Chanté Walker
10/6/2024
Categories:
regather, appreciation, feelings, forgiveness, i
Form: Free verse
Recollection, regather the meaning of what was meaningful.
Natal moon non-Sabbaticaled, attendant-umbilical.
Umbrellic cloud of sunny disposition_personally renditioned to offer a better window of view of window view.
Tether me back re-connection, of atmosphere that feels of home, perculated, brewed.
That frequency weather, of a simpler age, eye of back looking gaze, surrogate Mother.
Electrodensity of belief, in dreams
condensation, of Loving, one, another, touching the hue, tasting in color, live manifestation having druthers.
Categories:
regather, art,
Form: Rhyme
January Thaw
In the thrall of January’s dismal weather
(Comprising snowstorms and freezing temperatures)
While staring out the window from the interior,
I endeavour to regather my composure
By testing myself with a blithe question, I think keen,
“Isn’t this the coldest January you’ve ever seen?”
And wryly smile to myself with a whimpered answer,
“I think that the coldest January I recall,
From day one to the end of the month without thaw
Is this one, the coldest January of all!”
Categories:
regather, january, weather, winter,
Form: Rhyme
Thanksgiving brought our hearts to gather
Round the table, rich foods to slather
With salt, pepper and gravy
Just like we’re in the navy
Tummies shriek – still we regather
A Fun Holiday Limerick Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
November 15, 2022
Categories:
regather, blessing, family, food, thanks,
Form: Limerick
Gutters are bending, everywhere dripping,
patches of snow pattern the ground in blocks.
It is tricky to walk without slipping
on the old snow trodden. Booted, my socks
drop to my heels as I follow the wall
where the snow still lies in decaying drifts.
Sheep scatter, regather, look at me, all
grubby grey in the white as the mist shifts.
I stop, lean on the wall, my socks adjust,
pull up my collar against the rising
wind. Winter landscape now no longer hushed
by fresh fall of flakes so lightly lying.
As the old snow thaws I now slip on mud
and downstream rivers will threaten to flood.
Categories:
regather, january, snow, wind, winter,
Form: Sonnet
To fight to the death and die for your country,
To me, has never made sense.
Instead, maybe battle today, retreat, regather,
Then recraft a peaceful offence.
I’m quietly sure nobody wants to die,
And miss their children receiving and giving.
I think dying isn’t a long term way for any person
With ambition to make a living.
The lucky soldiers returning home from war,
They’re lucky, pure and plain.
Lucky to be alive, living, not dead,
With a post traumatic brain.
Or maybe this is not so lucky,
When we see these soldiers on the streets.
Mentally screwed, long hair, unshaven,
Using cardboard boxes for sheets.
These people seem like the forgotten folk,
Living a cold, hungry, daily nightmare.
They watched their mates die,
They’re not living nor dead, just existing on a prayer.
Categories:
regather, soldier, sorrow,
Form: Quatrain
It feels like I'm waiting.
But I don't know what for.
Still feel I'm existing.
Nothing else but my soul.
Got mixed in the chaos;
Lost myself in the crowd.
Ended up in the distance,
Now there's no one around.
I sit with my thoughts and,
I swirl them around;
'Til they're bouncing off the walls,
Eventually knocking me down.
So I look in the mirror,
To regather myself.
And remember how in life,
All you have is yourself.
Willing to keep going;
Every day like before.
I still feel like I'm waiting.
But I don't know what for.
END
Categories:
regather, confusion
Form: I do not know?
I shouldn’t be here
I am removed in everything,
see within the seed
of unknown origin
I am like a cherry blossom
blooming out of content,
a blood red orchid
persisting in fields
of white petals
after the burst into flower,
I regather the petals,
and see nothing like self
I am,
a wildflower
of unknown origin
flourishing out of context.
and in the pagoda
a lotus smiles
Categories:
regather, fantasy, imagination
Form: Free verse
On a wisp of wattle
that cradled in the fig,
a dreaming began
as sleep draped veils
to nurture a gleam into
dazed eyes,
as mantles of moonbeam
wreath temples
I fell to,
A gathering cluster
that saturated all reality,
a sculptor with tool
set about carving
a bird of paradise
as form finished
it flew away
A dove birthed
from a painters brush
and wiggled free to
splash the canvas
of black
staining its feathers
in obsidian
from centurions
I am gifted a
mariners compass,
they lead me to three rivers
setting sail
like the hunter after hare,
the cross and crown
my guiding lights
my keel wedged
on flying fish,
once soaring
times hand pulled
me to dock with face
now,
so weary I sleep
endless tomorrows,
and will drift awake
as the phoenix
morphs to crane
infinitesimal stars
will emblazon my hair
with constellations
as I regather from
the comforts of reverie
—-
and every now and then,
seeing miniature worlds
on specks of wonderment
will remind me,
that I am just dream-weaving
through southern lights
Categories:
regather, fantasy, space
Form: Blank verse
step into the soul
of the needy and the vain,
and walk within the fire
watch the weak stand tall again
from the pit of redemption
crawling over glass,
mistakes will revisit
but with faith it all shall pass
with a prayer and a smile
before a future deeds,
that karma can turn round
and soul will be released
far into mother earth
I’ve secreted my pain,
now I’m blowing on the wind
hear me whispering your name
brushing past a memory
that shatter crystal hearts,
cradled in a culture
that’s growing like its art
nourishing the earth
as the circle turns around,
even as I lay here
at peace in sacred ground
as I morph back to mother
regather me once again,
make our lines connect
in the ink it will begin
Esperanza is my name
I flow within the green,
open up your minds
bring life to every dream
Categories:
regather, hope, lifeprayer, me,
Form: Verse
Through a canopy of leaves
ascending ,
Night a visage of rippling ebony
her tears falling like raindrops
bedazzling the dark
Her arm a windlass
spiraling coils of silken mist
rolling , heaving , becoming as ether
Sweeping specks of light in her wake
Chevaliers her dark companions
Lurking nocturnally
darkness their mask
A Grotesque masquerade
beauty at its bleakest
blood soaked rags their Armour
her sentinels forever watchful
Moon mirror to darkness
revealing nights face
Past images ,
forgotten horrors and vast beauty
her muniment of time
Tributaries of tears lining a face
bereft of life
She moves as slow water
Her velvet veils
held aloft by dancing night imps
Night’s appetite
An unsated desire
for shadow and shade
these are her feast
Quenching her thirst
greyness her fine wine
Goddess,
Drunk on her own spirit
Lulls and wanes
But night goes on
moon chimes time
Darkness must regather
her chevalier’s ! her night imps !
She never rests
her hunger never sated
As she is night silently she moves on
Forever divergent from light
Embracing and becoming darkness
Goddess of night
Categories:
regather, fantasynight, dark, dark, night,
Form: Free verse