Sorrow Stories
The scent of grass The sound of birds The quiet whisper Of unspoken words The silent speeches The vanished yells The cold and the frostOf deep black wells Nothing is said here There is nothing to say And silence grows Day after day The sight of children C...
Reminiscensces and looking forwards
It's been a hard year so far.Death. This has been a year of it. Between people that I know and people that I don’t and the deaths of relationships, it’s just too hard to take sometimes. Today (4th October 2012) is the fourteenth anniversary of my gran’s death. I visited her grave tod...
For Passover: No Passing Over
reflecting on occupied Palestine and liberation on PassoverEven in escape, there’s no escape, no opening of waters, no Promised Land,no paradise, no freedom if the Sinai that was crossedso long ago is littered now with bonescrumbling in that sandand broken hearts are screaming anguished criesand tears from longin...
Nothing
Weakness and SorrowTake away all that is the best of me Suck me dry and render it down Leave me a hollow husk of former life Gone... and all because of you. Why do I hang upon your every word? Why do I cling to myth and mirth? Why can’t I simply say enough! And leave. And r...
A New Beginning
She let go of the past, and is ready to let love begin.The first thing I'll do is pull you close and kiss you that day.As you look into my eyes, and tell me what you want to say.Your words of affection, from the heart, fall upon my ears.Whispered softly, knowing it’s just what I’ve long to hear.Our lips touch...
Today is much darker than yesterday You are gone no longer by my side. The nights and days we spent together Forever cherished as these live in my mind. You were always here always close to me, Giving me your love without reserve Eyes so blue the cl...
Precious Things
For Xuani, Ash, and Hiram Lawrence Jr.I had her name traced above my heart Cupped my belly, feeling the spark Within, I felt the beat of life, the echo of her cry Her breath a butterfly Brushing the cobwebs from the grave with her wing Oh you precious thing And she, oh she had his name tattoo...
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My imagination.
A poem about a small bump I took for granted..I imagine you have my hair. My nose. Maybe my smile.your daddy's eyes that twinkleevery once in a while. I imagine you have his humour. His laugh and his chin.My heart shaped face and the colour of my skin. I imagine you have my tendency to be coy.Your da...
In the depths of darkness, a heart is broken. In a broken heart lay settling sorrow In the deep depths of sorrow light becomes visible Happiness is sure to arouse. Arousing happiness follows certain recovery. With certainty of recovery a wound begins...
Shorn child
A girl cries with sorrow when her hair is cut against her wishes.Shorn child He cut my hair off Lock by lock, Hair Mother brushed for me near our blazing fire. and tied my hair back as a pony tail stretching my eyebrows Slanting outwards. He cut my hair off Lock by lock, Hair that Aunt Cecil Would not brush while She h...
Trapped.Trapped in a bubble of hatred,That suffocates rather than embraces me.Engulfing me with a fiery passion,Washing away any other emotion.Anger claws at me from the inside out,Shredding my last glimmer of hope, faith and serenity.It blinds me, only l...