Poetry

Separation Anxiety

Looking forward

His hand in mine

And I’m soaring

But I feel that slight

Tug at my heel

As I look back at the past

I look back at the relationships

That ultimately must change

And I feel my wings flutter and fold

Struggling to stay

airborne.

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Poetry

Waiting

I’m waiting

For you

For a blue sky

Reflected on an azure lake

I’m waiting for you

For a walk down the aisle

Lined with pale pink petals

And rusted lanterns

With flickering lights

I’m waiting

For you

For the first dance as you

Swirl me about the wooden floor

As layers of lace and tule

Twirl about our bodies

I’m waiting

For the words

That proclaim our everlasting love

For the kiss

That seals our dedication

For the tearful send-offs

And then

Dimmed

Lights.

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Poetry

Time Flies

In the time that it takes

For your lips to form

A smile

Time has flown

No, time has raced

Past us.

Before we can even

Share a moment in time

Time

Speeds past the moment

Time,

The ever-elusive entity

That we strive to capture in our

Hands as

Hands on the clock

Spin in a dizzying dance

As time

Flies

Right out of our hands.

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Poetry

Cancer

Bastard sickness.

What other word is there to describe you?

Oh wait, I have more.

Devourer of souls,

Destroyer of lives,

Despoiler of memories

Eradicating pride and strength

Exterminating personal freedom

Executioner of dreams

Annihilator of families

Slaughtering our stability

Savaging the Soundness of

Our minds.

You might win.

But ultimately, so will we.

Death is not the end.

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Poetry

We are only Visitors

I watched you

As you squatted down

On bended knees

Viciously you chopped away

At the grass and weeds

Then, in a sharp

Turn

Your hands become

Undeniably gentle

As you unwrap the orange

Plastic, festive wrapping

And cut down the stems

Of the bouquet

Made up of

Warm, yellow sunflowers

Bright, purple blooms

Soft, coral tulips

Wrapped in a cocoon

Of vibrant greenery

You fill the metal canister

With water and food

For the flowers

Carefully you slide in the stems

And play and rearrange

Until you are

Satisfied

With the display

Of love and affection

And remembrance.

Poetry

The Virtue of Wanting and Waiting

Waiting

Is far different than

Not Wanting

Waiting

Is partial, temporarily chosen

Abstinence

Waiting

For blush, blue bouquets

Cracked oak wine barrels

Yards of lingering lace

Blue skies with blue breeze

A veil that flutters beneath

Diamond-encrusted tiara

Waiting

Is far different than

Not Wanting.

 

The Seven Virtues were created to combat each of the Seven Deadly Sins. These Seven Virtues first appeared tied together in an epic poem titled Pschomachia, written by Aurelius Clemens Prudentius, a Christian governor of the 400s AD. To battle Lust, there is Chastity.

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Chastity is the state or practice of refraining from extramarital, or from all, sexual intercourse. In this poem, I really wanted to focus on the point that chastity is not necessary having no sexual desires, but it is all about choosing not to act on them.

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Poetry

Walking in the Patch

One is tall and thin

Another is short and squat

Most are orange, some are albino

I don’t care, I’ll take the lot.

This short poem, intended to be a little silly, really does reflect a wonderful afternoon I spent out with my fiancé walking through a pumpkin patch. This pumpkin patch was attached to a farm that has become way too commercialized with carnival rides, games, food, and lines *literally* miles long. The patch itself is separated from all of the other stuff and it was surprisingly empty compared to its surrounding, but it was, by far, the best part! And it got me thinking.

Sometimes, we can get so caught up in the “hubbub” of the holiday season that it flies right past us before we even realize it’s here. Taking some quiet time with a loved one, walking through a pumpkin patch, is definitely my favorite Fall memory this year.

Poetry

The Virtue of Reaching Out

Thrown to the ground

In nothing but a sheet

She shivers, trembles, and shrinks

Into hot sand

Harsh voices raising, roaring,

Accusing, Branding, Charging

Spit and spittle splatter

Flung against her face

Rock rumble in hungry hands

Waiting, wanting, to be thrown

Then,

He is there

Extending, Offering

A Hand

 

 

The Seven Virtues were created to combat each of the Seven Deadly Sins. These Seven Virtues first appeared tied together in an epic poem titled Pschomachia, written by Aurelius Clemens Prudentius, a Christian governor of the 400s AD. To battle Envy, there is kindness.

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Kindness is the act of showing compassion or mercy to someone who may or may not deserve it. Kindness can be shown in small or large ways. This poem was inspired by the kindness that Jesus showed the adulteress in John 7.

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Poetry

Insomnia (A Poem)

10pm – filled with hope and a little bit

Of dread

Closing blinds, blocking out obnoxious

Street racers

Whose emissions startle with

Loud bangs

*

11pm – body relaxed; eyes shut tight

As a vice

Blanket on, blanket off, stick out

One foot

Pull it back in before boogey man

Grabs it

*

12am – worrying now, knowing

I’m awake

Antsy, anxious limbs kick a bruise

In the brain

Count sheep, think, of anything

Besides falling asleep

*

1am – Up again, to the bathroom, what else

Is there to do?

Bright hall light scalds, cover

Your eyes

Before they burn out and turn

To ash

*

2am – don’t think, don’t think

Just sleep

Blanket on, blanket off, stick out

Both feet

Screw the boogey man, he can

Bite me

*

3am – contemplating the use of extreme

Force

Really, how much damage could

It cause

To bang one’s head against

The wall?

*

4am – birds separated by glass tweet

And chirp

Early risers, striving for that

Damn worm

Lucky I don’t own

A gun

*

5am – drowsy, body sinking,

Mud trap

Is this it, can it finally be time,

To fall

Asleep, oblivion, for only

A moment

*

6am

*

7am – Alarm shrieks, shattering air.

Black Ring Bell Alarm Clock

 

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