Day 13, 14, and 15 of Poetry Month

I've been sick. This is my excuse for not posting for the past three days. So I'll post three poems today.

Your music leads me to my ancient home

      for Loreena

 

You

wore wine;

I wore green.

Incandescent

sky, mint-blue grasses

joined; one inspiration,

one chalice. You lured me through

a portal to your history.

Senses overwhelmed with mandolin

and harp. Moons crescent by standing

stones; spirits gather, relieved,

I am returned. Concrete

shadows have gone soft.

No mists on the

rolling hills,

remain

still.

[copyright 1998]

Take a life that’s your own

for Heather, only she knows why

I call out, but no one is listening

respectively,

so I kick over the chair.

I write a note, but it is read

mistakenly,

so you do not understand.

I grab for life to save me from falling;

decomposing,

it slips from my hand.

I wait alone for my redemption;

assuredly,

God calls my name.

[copyright 1999]

Daughter’s Forgiveness

      On Mother’s Day 2013

So many wish their mothers well

Make them breakfast

Wash their cars

Paint their toenails

Wish them a happy, special day

Phone them long distance

Bring them coffee and Danish in bed

Do their laundry

Wash the dishes

Brew a cuppa tea

Fluff their pillows

Buy them a chrysanthemum.

But you’re not alive

So I can’t do the niceties

Or say kind words

Or hug

Or kiss

Only cry.

I miss you, Mom.

So on this Mother’s Day,

I’ll give you the only gift I can

My forgiveness

Of the things you didn’t say or do.

I love you.

I LOVE YOU.

[copyright May 2013]