Short Inconsolably Poems

remembering you
I remember my mother
tracing newborn wrinkles

eyes clenched
fists and tears
kissing my toes

though terrified
of death, birth
seems like a miracle

didn’t I too
once wail inconsolably
for the joy of being alive

I want to pluck poems
from your tender voice
but I won’t anymore

from the newly old
a faint echo cries...

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The drive home is short, but feels like a maze. 

I grasp my keys, feeling as if they will melt in my hands. 

The door is still locked. 

My hands are shaking inconsolably. 

While she was not revived-

She has been renewed. 

I drop the keys-

And am stricken by the sound. 

I feel like a monster. 

But I am simply an observer in this life....

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May 
spring
fling
her riotous petals
devil-
may-care
into the air,
ignoring the lethal 
nettles
and may
May
cry gleeful-
ly Hooray!
as the abundance 
settles,
till a sudden June 
swoon
leave us out of tune,
torn,
when the last rose is left
inconsolably bereft,
rudely shorn
of every device but its thorn.

Originally published by The Lyric...

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God, you gave
A dog to me,
And when she died—
(My best of friends)
Who, all Selfless, cared for me—
Who Lov-ed
Unconditionally,
I screamed.

O God!  You gave
A dog to me.
I deserved no such good thing!
And when she died
I howled, I wept
inconsolably.

For Suzi Q  Oct 19, 2009
She had a soul.  Where she is,
I hope to be accounted good enough to go....

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A head goes for a laborer’s pad,
After losses to friends at card;
Whatever reaches him he’ll guard,  
As life remains unbearably hard.

A head goes ahead to fix a pad
For fifty bags of cement Andrew had;
For making A Final Good out of The Bad
And seeing to still feeding his lad;
If, in the end, very little shall go mad
After first becoming inconsolably  sad …

But, henceforth, no careless imitation of bard
While with Careful Gamblers at card....

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