Tears fight their way back
into their ducts for now
moist palms clammy at my sides
Prayers are said
the living honor the dead
shovelfuls of earth on top are spread
Is there nothing more I can do
~ She once told me ‘I love you’
Categories:
shovelfuls, funeral, grief, loss, love,
Form: Elegy
SNOW IN SPRING
the cherry blossoms in preakness pink,
a swaff of butterflies,
gliding in otherworldly space,
fluttering like snow in Spring.
Cherry Lane in sonorous state,
an avalance of petals
in the streets -
shovelfuls of Japanese gold.
gilded in the hair of rich and poor,
who avoid each other's eyes
distracted by the blustery storm
kinder than the Fidelity Fiduciary Bank.
Poppins, breezes in and out of time,
a nanny with plenipotentiary showers
that leave the Banks rich and clean
and floating high as a kite, pretty as Spring.
5/29/2019
*References made to Disney's Mary Poppins
Categories:
shovelfuls, beauty, happiness, spring,
Form: Free verse
Winter expected
to arrive in shovelfuls —
the leaves shivering
12/6/2018
Categories:
shovelfuls, winter,
Form: Haiku
From the spoils and tragedies of childhood,
panning virtues out of dispositions.
Impaling self upon the spears of truth,
cuts chains of substances and delusions.
Upon mercy’s door, the forgiving heart,
handles Love with gratitude and prudence.
Walking the gallows when bound to depart,
no more illusions when choosing masters.
Respect no longer collecting trophies,
Wars and peace only with integrity.
Essence lives in speech without utterance,
Pride under shovelfuls of honesty.
Closing the chapters when life deems it so.
Strong days testing the brave to deliver,
even when to the ones loved, it is no.
Broken but still, in those times forsaken.
An ear towards the counsel of the wise.
Wooed by the songs of a revolution,
prunes the soul of what is left, harnessed fears,
in diaries of this evolution.
Categories:
shovelfuls, age, change, character, growth,
Form: Quatrain