A poem
Leaving leaves me with space for joy.
Just in time to be my own.
Self-esteem improved with the
distance. I hold her in higher affection.
I hold him with greater curiosity and
kindness and now freed I fly.
Unclipped wings return to
the nest, unpressed,
and taking time for rest.
A poem in pain
I often wonder if the pain I’ve
Endured throughout life is meaningful.
The pain as common as stomach aches,
migraines, and menstrual cramps
Or as uncommon and life-upending
as twisted ankles, strange diagnoses and
Recovering from major surgeries.
Is it true that the Pain serves to
offset the Pleasure? That you…
Prompt: What is your joy?
My joy is a new pen gliding over a fresh
unadulterated page. My joy is the curve
of letters, the crafting of masterpieces
out of the stringing of words. My joy
is a story told from here to her
and there to them. My joy is
this poem & the repercussions
of a quiet moment…
A call and response poem
An empty vessel —
Mediations of a heart
Waiting to be filled
A shattered pretense
Mended with gold and virtue
Replenished with love
A void.
Toyed emotional boy.
Triggering soil. Burried life annoyed.
Potted roots hold truth and lies.
Mis under standing.
Received shock and surprise.
Connected no more to…
the clouds appear penciled in
and smeared as if
mistakenly made worse by
an old eraser
the wind slacks off
then as its manager passes
finds itself blowing twice as
hard to appear busy
the grass might have forgotten
to grow if it weren’t for the
forceful nudge of a tree…
