Requiem for Henry and Sylvia
The papers arrived today. I gaze out the window of our posh villa and witness yet another spectacular Tuscan sunset. To my delight, a red-billed leiothrix is flitting about the umbrella tree, as if searching for its lost mate. I rise, slip on my Bottega Venetas and pour myself another cup of Danesi Italian coffee.
Memories flood my brain without my consent. There were happy times spent at the beach, endlessly searching for the prettiest or most unique seashells. Were they really good times? Maybe. It's all a blur now.
The large envelope lay on the expertly crafted Bocote table her artisan father made for us as a wedding gift. Rusty, our faithful corgi, rests at my feet. But he's not asleep. He's glaring at me with eyes of disdain, as if it was my fault she left.
I ask Alexa to play Handel's Messiah, then slowly open the drawer to finish the task at hand. There is just one problem. Where did I put that damn Montblanc Royal pen?
musing on what was
under a Tuscan sunset
coffee tastes bitter
Categories:
umbrella tree, divorce, memory,
Form: Haibun
There's a tree that's native to this desert land,
an umbrella tree but nothing like a palm.
Thin leaves are vibrant green ,
and when the wind stirs them they sing.
Bare pole trunks, tall to offer shade,
but me...I have to go out there and saw them down,
before they uplift the foundations of everything.
Categories:
umbrella tree, nature,
Form: Free verse
I am an umbrella tree
Caring as a weeping willow
I spread my leaves as open palms
I stand tall and so strong
I can thrive my leaves are as open hands
I can bathe in forest rain and rays of sun
I am an umbrella tree
(Mask Poem)
Categories:
umbrella tree, green, heart, nature, words,
Form: Shape
List of things to do before
I fall in love again
I allow my mind to take me
Into the
A wild opened fields
where the grass is turning brown in spots
^
There’s one
Wild flower
And
Dozens of
Scattered pebbles,
Under my feet
^
Taunted memories,
Bare trees with bend trunks
A cool breeze washes my face
No more umbrella tree
To relief me from
Ray of the sun
I squint from the sun in my eyes
^
To
Think of the ghost in my past
Or to deal with the
Ray of the sun
^
Lists of things to do before
I fall I love again
Buried the pain
Low the drawbridge
or
Keep the enemy out
^
I want to be happier
Than I‘ve ever been
To
Fall in love again
^
I buried
Painful memories
Under the bare umbrella trees
Categories:
umbrella tree, beautiful, confusion, courage, dark,
Form: Dramatic Monologue