F.COHERENT CLOSE-UPS-:-
disrupt
unified
tones
vaguely
precise
to CREATE TRANSITIONED
deciphered
dissolved
miraged
sourced
illusions
once LOST IN MIST
glimmering
tactile
motifs
silhouetted
celestials
It’s not that I didn’t want
to be a wild thing,
It’s not that I didn’t want
to make his heart sing,
but I was just too young
in 1966,
still playing Barbie dolls
who were homeless
and lived with trolls,
and Midge One-Of-Two
transitioned into Ken
because Barbie needed him
to make everything groovy~
like flower power,
bell-bottom jeans
and my first transistor radio.
Inspired by “Wild Thing” as sung by The Troggs
I traipse my fingers delicately across spiralled letters of each written word and dated times
The clumsily transitioned Thoughts are transferred on to pages full of Passion and expressive rhyme.
Splattered,stained and ink spilled journal, with it's torn ridge spine ,misspellings and crooked lines ,
Reading the moment a daydreaming story teller and her poetic adventures began, such beginnings were mine
As day transitioned into night, I felt it was time to rest and rejuvenate. I settled onto the porch to soak in the twilight, watching the sun sink lower in the sky and the birds fly home. Suddenly, I heard a whisper. It said, “I’m so sorry we couldn’t meet again.” I turned around to see who was speaking, but there was no one in sight. A chill of fear ran down my spine. I stood up and hurried inside the house. Grabbing some dessert, I went to bed. As I closed my eyes, I heard the whisper again, but this time, a face appeared, filled with smiles and teary eyes.
a whisper
in the ambience of the evening
a lost love somewhere
December 13, 2024.
My body now rests beneath autumn soil, for I am no longer here.
I know you're sad, but please believe; in spirit, I'm always near.
And although my remains are now in the earth, my soul forever lives on.
So cherish your memories and grieve for awhile, but don't let it last too long.
I transitioned home like a bird on the wing and reside in a place where angels sing.
Surrounded by love, my soul travels free, and exploring the heavens is where you'll find me.
My sweet little fur baby, Elle, left this world on Friday November 1st after bravely battling cancer for many months. She was the kindest, sweetest little soul and ever so gentle. My heart is broken, and I'm finding it hard to get through each day without crying. I miss her terribly.
My love for my dad, this is how this pen goes, I often
speculate often to myself about his whereabouts? My
love for my dad.
Vague memories, and his lack of presence in my childhood
Dad, I'm sure you attempted to do your best. My love for
My dad.
Overwhelmed with questions about the unknown of uneventful circumstances, situations beyond's a innocent
child I plead not guilty, A letter to my dad
I often question myself was I at fault? Why wasn't always
in my life, My love for my dad.
My childhood I was very curious and say to myself
that I could fix my parents situation and play the game
Parent trap that backfired, My love for my dad.
Life has been full of challenges and defeats dad did try.
My love for my dad.
Our recall our last conversation he mentioned to me that the Bible stands for basic, instructions, before leaving, earth. My love for my dad.
Then I received a dreadful phone that my dad has transitioned, that still reminds me until this day. My
love for my dad.
When an angel sings the world stops, and listens
A soul released, and sang without any conditions
Tears flow, and minds, are heavenly transitioned
Where we’re all blessed, by this angels’ rendition
To bring some inner solace, to all these who hear
To pluck at our hearts, as remind us what is dear
That a heaven does exist and a peace can prevail
If only found for a moment, in the trials we entail
A celestial voice can only lift when an angel sings
Opening our eyes, to the beauty, within all things
Bring peace and calmness within all of our hearts
Sharing a love that inside of us all that it imparts
When an angel sings . . .
When an angel sings . . .
When an angel sings . . .
Brochures arrive quite often
And they beckon with a deal –
It’s time for senior living –
You don’t know how good you’ll feel!
There’s a pool, a gym, a clubhouse
With so much that you can do
And you’ll make new friends, for everyone’s
A senior just like you!
I know folks who have transitioned,
Others soon to take the plunge,
Eager for a fresh new start,
Their former lives set to expunge.
Though I envy their excitement
And the purging of the past,
I don’t see that in my future,
For I think the die’s been cast.
"Jay's Graduation Day"
(by Michelle L. LeBlanc 06/17/2024)
This week you would have graduated
Just before you turned 18
Oh, how the time has flown
Since you suddenly left the scene
All tho you didn't graduate High School
You did graduate from this Life
You transitioned with flying colors
Your painting truly mesmerized
You learned many lessons
You tried so very hard
You found a way to rise above
And to reach up for the stars
Life wasn't always easy
But you learned to keep your smile
You'd reach out a hand of kindness
And often go the extra mile
You had a such a heart of gold
And a smile that brightened your eyes
Your friends all loved you so much
Some of them still can't help, but cry
And even though your graduation
Would have been Wednesday June 19th
I know you're still behind the scenes
Celebrating with a wink
You certainly left your imprint
Your marks engraved on our hearts
You graduated with the highest honor
Your love imprinted on our hearts!
Parts of me lay scattered around now
Wailing and misery from the nursing home
A cup of ice water
Maybe a spoon of ice cream
My only attempt to sooth her
Nights uninterrupted seem
Like a spaceship entering another realm
Rushing to the phone
Pleading for relief
Frantic, I call for the night nurse
Calling back in 30mn praying for
A calm voice
My day planned to scour groceries
And deli's
Hoping for the perfect creation
Or taste she craves
Updates from her care team
Always the same hated word
Declining
My girls secretly know
A picture of my grandchildren
Brings a smile to the corners
Of her mouth
My car knows the short drive to her
A fast-entry spot awaits
Peaking at her daily letters to dad
18 years, everyday the same first line
"My darling, I love you, I miss you
Please bring me home"
A dozen journals, now stacked
By my bed
The quiet of the night drones on
Your home now Mom
And forever in my heart
"Hold a place for me mom"......
06/12/24
2:08 am
Mom transitioned 06/05/24
Life changed, faces changed climate changed and surroundings changed.
Seemed like I transitioned too, but apparently it wasn't so true.
Deep inside, I still wanted the same things,
to the core I was manipulated by the very strings.
From outside I was another version,
but somewhere I knew it was only a diversion.
Along the road, waiting when my heart says to stop,
blur out everything but you, edit your life and crop.
One day, I did hear a feeble sound,
long gone ray of light was again found.
Starting then, it was me against me,
since then it hasn't stopped, made me free.
As the strong winds pull me back,
my heart's timid voice pushes me forward on the track.
Won't ever let this voice fade out,
for this is the thing I can't live without.
As always, you are truly right
The world has lost sight
Of what truly matters—
Genuine human connection, kindness..
Indeed, we've all become disconnected
From not only each other but nature itself.
Like a shadow cast upon a wet painting
The future is losing, present gaining.
I noticed, the race is always on
It's not where we stumble, but where we're bound.
I've seen the straw, her flare is gone
Her words, once solace, now a machine gun.
As you wisely imparted
Look not where you fall, but where you tripped
My ship was wrecked, my heart was stripped
Stripped of true emotions, left with hate.
True —time, like the tide, waits for none
In mere months after you're gone, I've transitioned
The man you foresaw, weathering storms
Now glimpses the shore, a new future reborn.
Heaven calling the people on Earth
Your disobedient ways
Your spiritual estray
Destruction into ashes
Heaven’s wrath
You were told to obey my words
Closed ears nothing heard
You thought it was all a joke
Every given world spoke
Act on your own fear
Soon there I will be near
You felt from Grace
You were warned time after time
The Kingdom above has spoken
The Earth denied over and over again
The clock will suddenly stop
Earthquakes will begin
This will be the Earth’s end
No life among
Flesh transitioned into Soul’s
Ashes to Ashes
Dust to Dust
Fallen Kingdom Earth
Today a reminder
Tomorrow could become Earth’s reality.
A light shines brighter than the northern star
The brightness illuminates my heart
No longer do I feel darkness
My perspective is shifted to mirror ambition
With my new outfit, I embark on my journey
Lost within vibrancy & saturation, my mood transitioned
An understanding of subjects that eluded me
Blurry vision is now crystal clear
Taking in the outside ambiance with a heart full of content
Calmness flows through my veins
Light, my day is a result of your presence
Every hum
How sweet
Rhythm the sound
Franklyn Greene the man
Had his own demand
Lived to proof
Enthused
True Sportsmen
Solid foundation
Hourglass timed out
Whispers from the distance
Distances far and close
Yesterday’s past
Tomorrow’s everlasting
The one day came
Followed by soar
Beyond the eyes of the world
Descended and transitioned
I will always remember
Encouragement gained
Honor in the Blakie call
Embrace from Brotherly to Brotherly
Heart driven with every beat
Every talk was a treat
Every joke had a laugh
Peace, Comfort and Tranquility
Thank you for your friendship
This is not goodbye, but until we meet again
Blakie waves
I promise I will behave
Blakie out
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