AprilDawn

AprilDawn Apr 2022

it seems
you somehow slithered  away
from an earthbound
judgement day

make no mistake
very soon
I Will Finally Know Your Name

Two decades of
investigations  surrounded
that fatal altercation

What did you feel
as you stabbed
    him
repeatedly
and then just
walked away

Do regrets hound you
in the middle of the night

I can only hope
the devil  lies in wait
for your final days

somehow
you slithered  away
from an earthbound
judgment day

I have not written anything for 2 years at least. I felt the need to talk about recent developments in my life.My husband of 20 years was murdered at work July 2002.We are at the point of disclosure finally , but do not have a solid enough case to indict. Bittersweet and frustrating for us, extended family and all the investigators and manhours poured into this investigation.

#justicemia

AprilDawn Jun 2018

Lullaby

fans blowing
all around me
little bits of light
peaking around corners
of the room
keeping it from
pitch black
blanket toss tango
piled between us
too hot
too cold
tired
just
not sleepy
myriad of sensations
magnified in a wakeful state
knots on the fabric of the sheets
didn’t I just buy these?
my knee hurts
is this a hot flash?
random unlinked thoughts
dance through my mind
as light rhythmic snoring
serenades me
from the other side
of the bed
turns into my lullaby
and I fade out ….

late spring nights, uncomfortably warm , a partner who snores ...but it's ok ...music to my ears apparently! !

#hotnightsinkentucky

AprilDawn Mar 2018

Burst

into my bleak early Spring
afternoon
this mist of sticky juice
my normally clogged nose
inundated with bold proof
of lurid promises
from citrus groves
bathed by sunlight
on a foreign soil
while my entire body
sanguinely sings
your praises
and my fingers
continue to peel
away until every morsel
is revealed
and devoured

I bought a bag of blood oranges the other week, and every other day I eat one with my fiancée. The smell and texture is divine.

#stickysanguinepromise

AprilDawn Nov 2017

Cerise Noir

those  fruits
always  boasted
such sweet  promises
every summer
they  arrived
at the fruit stand
  in town
wrapped in foreign writing
my dreamy eyed little girl
nibbled them
with red stained lips
she asked
her  gramps
one summer afternoon
if  they could plant
their own cherry tree
so he took her  to a spot
and together they did plot
to  raise cherries by
the driveway
the pits took hold
in the  rich  soil
as  they both thrived
tall and strong
it  littered
the front
of her grandparent's  house
with it's delicious bounty
we  stood  under the tree
every summer
we could come
as they  rained down
upon us
still going strong
three decades later
although
we have not
been around
for a great long while
to delight in
this
sweet
red legacy

Cerise Noir is pronounced "Serreese Nowar" , it's French for black cherries.My daughter, parents and myself always loved sweet black cherries and when we lived in Germany , the cherries would come in from southern France or Italy every summer. My daughter who was 5 at the time wanted to grow her own fruit tree. So she and my father planted black cherry pits. They took and for may years there were black cherries towering over my parents driveway ! My parents recently sold that property and we so hope someone is still picking them and not just letting them go to waste.

#deepredlegacy #cherrystains #familyhistory

AprilDawn Nov 2017

Desolate

light green
empty branch arms
turned away
  from the brown brick house
held in line
by the  gray
  edge stones
sinking  deeper into
Winter's drab slumber
biding time
until the dream of Spring's
budding promise
becomes a  solid future
with a  stunningly
luscious wave
of hot pink
Hibiscus  flowers
as a backdrop
to  the brown brick house
kept in check
by  gray edge stones
until  the petals drop
into the sneaky
Autumn sun
and  desolation
sets up shop
in lonely green arms
again

The hibiscus in my Eddie's Mom's front garden looks so dramatic at times during the year...I felt it needed it's own poem.

#seasonschange #waitingforflora

AprilDawn Nov 2017

Vintage Crush

blossomed
during  those
last high school days
a  sweet memory
pressed  into  my psyche
his  big smile
framed with  dimples
and sparkling blue eyes
although coupled
with unrequited  love
where it dwelled
for decades
  in a musty  yearbook
until a chance meeting
online
brought sparks to life
then this
vintage crush
infused our two
aging  hearts
   with
  newborn love

I bought this bottle of white wine a few months back , and the label said " Vintage Crush", in my mind I immediately related it to my fiancé and my 's relationship. We knew each other back in the day, and he thought we were just friendly , but I had always wanted more.We caught up with each other 26 years later , and we have been a couple for the past nearly 10 years now.

#vintagecrush #newbornlove

AprilDawn Jul 2017

Snapped

raw
green beans
this past afternoon
brought back
my Oma
full white apron on
in  the kitchen
one summer
in Germany
decades ago
window wide open
to the garden
sitting at the table
busily breaking them up
together
for her delicious vegetable soup
I'm  helping ,I'm helping
I said as  they broke
in my little fingers
her soup
a mere  memory
as she  stopped making it
   a lifetime ago

Oma was my German grandmother who I visited every summer growing up in the 70's , no matter where we were stationed ( My Dad was in the military ) we always visited her at least once a year .She died in 1982.

#ohsnapmemories