Tears bubble down my face and, on my lips, I can taste the saltiness. It reminds me of the ocean which, in its immensity, seems similar to my suffering. Like the tide, the pain ebbs and flows but this I know; it will never end. Some pain has no cure. It’s something I have to … Continue reading The salt in my tears.
Kwansaba is a poetry form developed by Dr. Eugene Redmond. Celebratory poems of seven lines or less, seven words per line or less, and seven syllables or less per line. See link for more info http://popularpoetryforms.blogspot.com/2013/02/kwansaba.html I attended a virtual event with a local poet and artist, Pacia Anderson, in honor of Black History month … Continue reading Kwansaba – “For Harriet Tubman”
Sometimes it's all happening at once. Running around, putting fires out, just to have another one spring up. Situations I never would have imagined, one thing after another, rush, rush, rush. Sometimes it feels like pushing a boulder up a hill, with my nose; each fourth of an inch, a major achievement, a tiny step of progress that'll … Continue reading Community Support Specialists Poem
I can't help but see things differently than before. I am a person who has changed. And now, nothing seems permanent, nothing seems secure. The world is always moving and I've found, I can't always stay upright so I've stopped trying too. I think my new goal is being able to fall well and pull … Continue reading Running Down a Hill
A bag, a ghost, a silent specter. A woman in a lace shawl, looking over the lake. White and feathery. ~ A shape, a flight, a twilight pine. Just the outline against the sky.
You were just a tiny lifeblipping in, and thenblipping outagain. One of my favorite Betta fish,curious and energetic.I tried tosatisfy your restlessnesswith gifts of fake plants, pink and green;places to explore or hide. But you faded steadilyand worst of all,I saw it comingbut didn’t know how toprevent it. And now, Sir Iridescent Sparkles,I throw you … Continue reading Sir Iridescent Sparkles
I think it's time to deep clean my heart. I need to check the hidden corners, sweep the dust out. Venture down the basement stairs, there are things down there I don't even remember. What should I do with all the things I don't need? Is there a donation center that … Continue reading Deep Clean
I should take your key off my ring. Take it off and leave it tumbled in some drawer. I don't use it anymore, but it makes me sad to think about taking it off, and yet it makes me sad to see it too. For so long, it's been there, right next … Continue reading Your Key
Release valve - When I first starting writing poetry it was like lancing a wound, such a sense of relief as the emotion poured out. Now, it is one of the first coping mechanisms I turn too. Emotional Understanding - I have found poetry a very helpful way to process my feelings and situations. Something … Continue reading 5 Personal Benefits of Writing Poetry
Trip 2: Cape Lookout, North Caroline, June 2014 My First Island Storm Last night we dug into the sand and fell asleep beside the sputtering fire. I awoke this morning, on the beach, to my sister saying "we should go" she pointed at a long blue cloud gathering water and momentum as it rolled … Continue reading My First Island Storm