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 Nov 2014 13
Ashley Browne
dad left
for his second tour of duty
on my third birthday

mom kept
a jar full of jelly beans
on the living room coffee table

every night
she gave me one to eat, saying
"when these jelly beans
are all eaten up,
dad will come back home"

sometimes
i would sneak another,
to help dad come home sooner

one night
the phone rang
and i watched mom
wipe away a tear
as she filled
the jar
back
up
On this Remembrance Day, I think of all those who have served, with a special thought for Dad.  And though she has no medals, I also think of Mom; every tour of duty Dad went through, she went through too, taking care of us on her own.

*** Edit: Thank you for all your kind words!  Due to a recent outpouring of sympathy, I feel it necessary to clear up the fact that my dad did in fact make it home from this mission; his tour had simply been extended for an additional 3 months.  Still, it isn't easy being part of a military family - and that's what I meant to show. ***
 Nov 2014 13
Aish
Stealth
 Nov 2014 13
Aish
Sabbath
watches me, winds
around my shoulders with
whispered disdain and gives up the
first ghost

© Amber Dawn
 Nov 2014 13
Aish
Treason
 Nov 2014 13
Aish
Thunder grumbles in my stomach
almost louder, certainly
more insistent
than clouds gathering
across the yielding sky.

I pretend God hung them there with clothespins.

Kneading ashes into the days dough
I treat it as a tithe
though I've not pinched any off.

The pennies in a jar by the door
catch my eye.

So many little disks.

So many little lies that we become
and twist about to believe because the believing
is easier that way. We are not dying.

Or so I whisper to the ash
as it succumbs to my hands
and forgets the oven.

© Amber Dawn
 Nov 2014 13
Aish
The Inner Hum
 Nov 2014 13
Aish
Hypnotic

your tongue
slips and skips,

like
the navel
of the sea

salmonswimming
upstream
as it scribes
liquid aums

in
the magnetized silk
of my ****** -
before you
crucify me,

nailing my palms

to undulant dissolution

galaxies
pouring
from my mouth.

© Amber Dawn
 Nov 2014 13
Emmy
i want
 Nov 2014 13
Emmy
I want to softly whisper
incomplete poems
on your collar bones
that don't rhyme with anything
but your heavy breathing.

I want to bury my face
in the curves of your neck
because you smell like the winter clouds
and I've been gazing at the sky
since you left.
 Nov 2014 13
phocks
Weeping Willows
 Nov 2014 13
phocks
a warm dawning sun
rises slow on hazy horizons
with winds wildly
blowing
down endless
interconnected currents
we wake up
to birds singing
timeless songs of morning
and our forgotten past
leaves us hanging
like willows weeping
in the rain
from this year's nanowrimo novel
http://phocks.github.io/nanoisms.html
Weeping Willows was selected as the daily poem November 10, 2014
 Nov 2014 13
BianchiBlue
an unusual compliment  
quenched a peculiar slight
like justice playing on the edge
of my glass, teetering above
the solution where these
strange kingdoms
cannot reach
 Nov 2014 13
BianchiBlue
Pareidolia
 Nov 2014 13
BianchiBlue
We float like fair weather
clouds in a deep blue sky -
a dragon here, a sailboat
there, running together
with the wind when  
the dew point transforms us
condensed or vaporized  
until the universe pulls
this miracle together again
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