Look at the row of poplar trees
Shoulders pressing close together
Soft limbs laughing at the weather
Whispering in the summer breeze
Waving goodbye to what's left of day
Hear the night clouds grumble,
through thunder's lips (like car crashes)
In sunbright, red and yellow flashes
While secret shadows stumble,
And the sun has no more words to say..
Feel the the pulse of the coming storm,
Fingers seeking out the place to start
Drawn to the source of its willfull heart
Yet unaware of its own dark form
It prepares to flood the world with gray.
Smell the sweetness that fills the air
After the skies have let loose their rain
A deluge of shadow, tempest of pain,
That's washed away what wasn't there
Then furtively packed and slipped away
Where once the poplars stood their ground
Distant thunder is the sole remaining sound
And dawn creeps in...
Sara L Russell 29th August 2016
Time to retire now, ladies,
the drawing room awaits
as the gentlemen go to smoke
and drink brandy
or tell ribald stories
unsuitable for a lady's delicate ears.
Time to work on our embroidery
or retire to bed.
The men shall retire whenever they wish,
and the stars are too many for us to count.
Now we must lie abed
dreaming of Mr. Darcy
or perhaps a future career,
If only one's gender
might permit such a thing.
Time to adjourn now, ladies,
Mrs. Pankhurst has said her piece
and the rozzers are coming
to break up our meeting of like minds.
I heard that she was in prison for a time,
and went on hunger strike!
oh yes, my dear,
I heard they beat her,
then left her to cry alone in her cell.
Only she didn't cry. She never cries.
They say one day we women
will be able to vote!
Yes, of course it could happen.
We deserve it, after all.
Time to adjourn now, people,
it's been a long session
and even ministers need a lunch break.
Mrs. Thatcher no doubt will carry on
making notes for yet another meeting,
I don't think that woman ever sleeps.
Even if she never does,
she has razor-sharp concentration
and a sharper mind.
You don't want to get
on the wrong side of that one.
Funny, years ago,
they never dreamed we'd have
a woman Prime Minister.
Not everyone agrees with her
yet few dare to disagree.
Time to retire now, ladies.
The men have important things
to discuss, too serious for our lowly ears.
Theirs is the sun and the daylight;
ours are the shadows that herald the dusk.
Gather your prayer beads
and lower your gaze.
Do not look into the eyes
of the Imam as you pass by
on the way to your rooms.
Do not let any breeze from the window
displace your veil.
Guard your modesty
at all times;
protect your respectability,
for it is all you have in the world.
The problem is––
when I see your face
I see a question,
unanswerable to me
or to anyone.
Your eyes desire
A thing physically
and yet you are
in your quest
which I can tell you
does not exist.
I am not it
yet somehow I feel
me as a key
because I too
but have since
We both sought ((?))
but at different
we meet and some
comfort does lie
Lost in a sea of purple fabric
Hair singed straight
Laces stealing my breath away
Bittersweet, the hug
From an oft-absent father
The sinking feeling, unsatisfied
Without a clue as to why
Dread mounting, anxiety shouting
“You’ll be the prettiest girl at Prom”
Broken by a silver bowtie
Hair combed back
Near and orderly, obscuring
The sea of butterflies I hide
Euphoric, the hug
From the lady I’ll escort
Bright flashes in my eyes
Thumps of congratulations, I am
The lucky man to take the prettiest girl to the ball
“May I have this dance?”
In the clouds above your head
Across the world to make peoples
Think that you are a poet
When u are having good habits
About your feelings happening now
What u are able to do with it
Telling others that
But keeping poetry is what we do today.
By K-mari ©2016
" it's the eyes chico, they never lie " how I wish you could see mine. Tear stained, tired and then again not because I cannot lie and say that just seeing yours light up doesn't make my heart smile. I told her that, I love you, I also told her a whole lot more. One thing that stuck was " I know what being without her feels like and God loving her from a far, from a careful distance, is better than anything else, is better than having to go on as if, you arent "
- it hurts a little less
- mind numbing
I drove around
I'm not sure why
I enjoy Sunday drives
I won't lie
A man had to
Speed around me
He just had to pass
Couldn't let things be
Then he reached his destination
About a 1/4 of a mile up the road
I am slow today
Like a toad
Means stay away
As I enjoy the day