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Tinkling trickles everywhere - bathroom, rain and coffee pot
Roaring warmth from the heat source after clicked up one half notch
Old soles of slippers whisper tales to the hardwood as I stroll
Cars swoosh by, tires scrape wet streets as down the street they go
Open the drawer where flat ware is with a soft sandpapery glide
Spoon in hand, thick pouring cream, silent honey not far behind
In my mug, tiny circles burst with decorous plip
Gentle, rumbly, raspy snores from Kitty in her sleep
Dragon breathing gas poofs on, cracked eggs soon gasp then bubble
F sharp kabong when toast springs up, scorched bread is healed with butter
Contented sounds from fridge, computer – clicking, ticking, bleep
“We’re in good working order”, they say in the land where electronics speak
Vibrations bounce with ringing bells soft or booming in my ears
When noises cease abruptly, that’s the sound I love to hear.
11/6/2021
Onomatopoeia Poetry Contest
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My dear, you can call and talk at me whenever you feel the need
Sometimes your restraint is palpable
Finger pointed in dialing mode then reluctantly forming a fist
Fear of my telephone taking on a blase “it’s her again” attitude perhaps
I understand and thank you for that self-control
You desire relief much like an avalanche of heavy stones allowing its stifled interior breath
Not seeking a resolving hand but only my ear to provide ephemeral comfort
My wish for you that words of life changing wisdom play that one note you haven’t heard before
The beginnings of a song you slowly compose with a sense of newness and possibility
Life experiences I attempt to share go unheard and you remain on the same square
I’m just a familiar hello on the faraway other end frustrating you when I speak
That’s okay because I know you would do the same for me
By Suzanne Boyko
June 30, 2021
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This complex mixture sticks like a repeated song in my brain, a nuisance
There are times of repose but as Mama birds to her babies always a prompt return
They zing in like invisible torture devices, medieval in their cruelty
I am a whipping girl and have paid in atonement millions
To God in prayer please forgive me
There are no lucid excuses
I am who people saw
But I now know
I'm good
Amen
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Your picture takes a lot of guff from me yet that expression never changes
Although sometimes it looks like you're laughing then other times pity
As in a famous painting it's hard to know what the subject is thinking
Of course my interpretation will be a reflection of what I'm feeling
I'm mad at you most of the time
You disappointed me too
Past destruction voided any apologies we attempted
The offender still goes to prison whether penitent or not
But Mom, I'm choosing to believe God gave me a second chance
A lady I was hired to care for reminded me so much of you
Willful, hilarious, brilliant, talented and distant
It was you I happily showered and your sheets I changed
Such a gift allowing me to look after you before your demise
You and I were close the last four years of her life
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She knows all she has to do is cry and he's on his knees
Irrepressibly in love, his innocence discernible but obviously riled
A conclusion was within his reach but a diversion cut off his hand
Created by a phantom in wife's clothing with no recognizable face
There was a glimpse of truth revealed for a split second but never seen again
A same but different somewhat familiar situation but excuses change creating doubt
He can't be wrong every time so concessions are made, "yes you are right"
Soothed into his false contentment, seething close to the top but not understood
Circling the woven rug on the floor trying to find that comfortable spot
Pacified and confused, it shows but he can't see it
Suzanne Boyko
August 30, 2021
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He hugs me and it feels like he really means it
I fall in love all over again
It lasts a long time
But never long enough
Rare and beautiful, unexpected and welcome
Like waves that come and go
Which one will tell me what I need to feel?
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Imperceptibly disappointed he smiled, tipped his hat and walked on
Marie dreaded having to end the salesman’s eager speech with a negative reply
Buying life insurance for her children was anticipating tragedy
Money can’t be used to bargain with God and have my children returned to me
Marie’s eight month old daughter died a short time later
She worked so hard to save her baby, the only daughter she would ever know
Once again the salesman returned but this time to taunt and mock
You could have made some money but you didn’t buy insurance did you?
Her teeth chattering in anger and disbelief at such unwarranted spite Marie shrieked you get out of here
In the newspaper she read the salesman had hanged himself
Marie felt responsible and very sorry
His sacrifice didn’t bring Florence back
They both lost
By Suzanne Boyko
June 1, 2021
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Mam seemed more at ease with adults so I often wished to be older
Memories prove there is no indication she ever looked at me
I wanted to like her but there was only dust and air between us
She was practical, resourceful and much put upon
Aunt Jane said everybody went to Mam with their problems
Mom said she whispered into the flames of burning candles
It makes me wonder if her words were incantations
The fire burning away countless woes of others
Maybe her intentions were something very different
I will never know
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