When I heard the news You’re gone forever, Sister, I stared into space Shocked and in pain. “God stole pink from the sky today,” Is all I could think to say. Your favorite lipstick color Imprinted on my brain. You used to say “Get on your broom And fly over to see me.” We’d laugh at our absurdity. It’s true I looked to you For comfort of your familiar face. Maybe we didn’t always agree But we turned to each other in times of misery. Maternal losses only sisters comprehend. The gravity of life, the frustration of not being heard Again and again. Your laugh always preceded you Announcing your arrival in any place. “Deb’s here,” we’d say—“the party can begin.” Know that you are impossible to forget The twinkle of laughter, the cry of your tears. We went through this life together Like a spiral still connected In those empty spaces Turned into years. God stole pink from the sky today But soon I will see you in each and every sunset. Raspberry-red wine, cloudy and glowing Mirrors your memory Forever in mine. -LT-
My deep condolences go out from my heart, to my two nephews and one niece, in addition to three grand-nieces and one grand-nephew.
The lovely Balroop Singh’s new book of poetry, I’m happy to announce, is available for purchase this week! I can’t wait to delve into this one! She has generously put it on sale until the end of the week. Help me congratulate Balroop on her newest book of poetry, Magical Whispers.
Sharing a poem today written by Nora M. Parker.
I remember when you were young Nothing could stop the chorus song Of your refrain from truth. Now you’re an abandoned bride Old but not necessarily wise. The script you rehearsed line by line No longer applies. A Matron saint with no one to ordain Your time has come to Leave it undone. Admit your wrongs, imbibe your sins With one last kiss Dead from within. -NMP
Photo by Charisse Kenion on Unsplash
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It’s time for Colleen’s photo prompt poetry challenge. I actually got to choose the photo for this challenge. I’m excited to see what everyone has written.
I’m once again joining the word witch, Colleen Chesebro, weekly poetry challenge, #photoprompt. I came up with three different Haikus for this photo as I played with words. Here is my favorite that turned into a #Senryu.
I’m joining in Sue Vincent’s #writephoto challenge today. It’s all about dreams…
Always in bloom
Her dreams took her
To faraway places
She hadn’t been before
A path that beckoned
Colors to entice her through
Darkest of days
Purple and green
And greys in between
Her dream as vivid as the
Lilac in late spring
-LT 7/2/20
Want to join in? Write up your own little poem and link back to Sue’s post.
#Poetry challenge #WritePhoto Purple and Green dreams…do you dream in color or black and white? Share on X
I’m sharing a poem with you today. I wonder, can you relate? As much of my life lessons have taught me about valuing material goods over love and health, I don’t believe I’ve expressed it as well as with this verse.
Whoever “she” is has taught me, too.
#WritePhoto is a writing prompt created by Sue of Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo . Sue has chosen this image with the word prompt ‘paint’. You can write poetry (free style), essay or a story using the image or the word. I’ve chosen the image.
His True Love Ash blew into his eye As he scattered her From the bridge Into the Creek below Lily pads will surround her And gracious trees will soothe her Just as she had asked To rest her burned bones Beneath the red bridge Where they first kissed He wiped his wet cheek With his shirt sleeve Dusted his true love From his jeans Thank you, my Love, he whispered As he replaced the lid of the urn Closing his eyes For a final goodbye He turned to leave The bridge swayed And the wind carried her scent Of lavender back to him
If you’d like to join in check out Sue’s page here.
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