AprilDawn

AprilDawn Apr 2014

Heal

Fresh flesh wants out
from under
ragged
itchy scars
The time ‘s
gotta be just right
can’t just rip off
the dead stuff
don’t want to bleed
anymore
than necessary

The pain of forced change , I do know it better than I would like to admit....

#scars

AprilDawn Apr 2014

Three Perfect Roses

Three Perfect Roses

On one stem

grace a
discarded
blue champagne bottle

Are you pink?
Or are you purple?

I guess I
really don’t care
to

classify

the exact color
of your beauty

you make me
think
just long enough

as your delicate fragrance

climbs

into my senses .

My time in Houston, year round roses plus a beautiful garden and thus observational poetry ensued.

#wonderfulmindlessroses

AprilDawn Apr 2014

Petal Pushers

Spring
into
this half life
I've dug
and drug
myself through
sweet sunshine
Finally
infuses hope
into
these stone
cold
bones

Spring in Massachusetts ...this one is about the tulips all around the front of our rental home.

#flowers

AprilDawn Apr 2014

Living Room

Tall hedges rustle
bullied by icy breezes
beat against the window
relentless neon Buick sign
pushes the insistent light
of capitalism
through cream lace curtains
after sunset .

A poem chronicling my New England adventure. My daughter and I moved to Massachusetts in Oct of 06-June 08 .Inspired by such wonderful scenery with lush spring and summer beauty , wonderfully dramatic falls and long winters , I wrote and took many pictures .Our rental home was behind a car dealership .My bedroom had two sets of windows that needed several layers of drapes to block out the light.

#brightlights

AprilDawn Apr 2014

Happy Endings

Rain smacks down
on every inch
of the walkway stones
the grout is cracked
in too many places
to count
jagged edges
rest in well worn grooves
the path still
faithfully leads
faces
to my front door .

A wet spring washes away winter's last call.Spring 2007 I wrote this one.

#rainyspring

AprilDawn Apr 2014

Naked Liars

stretched  to welcome
our  expectant stares
skeletal  branches
not even wearing a tease of green
no sly hint of plush futures
lying in wait
  just  around the bend

March 2007, walking through the still bleak from winter weather Manhan rail trail near our Massachusetts home in Easthampton from 06-08 .When the spring eventually came , the colors were so vibrant it was astounding.

#winterblahs

AprilDawn Apr 2014

Gray Daze

crumbly leaves
tell a tale of woe

their misspent youth

a mere haze of glory

here they lay

yesterday’s cast offs

whose  current  claim to fame

is  crunchy carpeting  for wildlife

while their mama’s branches long for baby buds

still swelling deep within

they remain
forgotten

forlorn

forsaken

to almost all

except  the rustle  of the winter winds.

Wrote the first version of this Dec 2013, then edited it Feb 19th 2014 to make more connecting words as it was just too choppy sounding.
Hadn't written any poetry for over a year at this point .

#winter #duldrums