AprilDawn

AprilDawn Apr 2014

Dusk

slowly  settles
over tall brick
cookie cutter houses
cornflower sky
  licks the swirly pink
cotton candy clouds
  leaves
the orange sherbet
horizon
ablaze
This day is all  done
except for  the sleeping .

A beautiful sunset dog walk in the burbs of Houston.

#icecreamskies

AprilDawn Apr 2014

Soft moments

flood into
this solid construct
I have built
brick by brick
to make everyday
survivable
another edge crumbles
when whisked off
by granules
of salt soaked regrets.

Brick house , trying to be mighty mighty in the face of sorrow's continuous onslaught . Written in 2007.

#safeashouses

AprilDawn Apr 2014

I Am Still

dying
to know how
you were stolen from
the light of day.

Many unanswered questions after the sudden death of my partner of over 20 years still remain , nearly 12 years later.

#stillsearching

AprilDawn Apr 2014

Nights

You’ve slipped out
of my unconscious
mind
with an ease
I never expected
You’re somewhere
  in the shadows
pinning my hopes up with
invisible tape
that a normal life is still
within reach.

Over the past few years my late husband has barely made a cameo appearance in my dreams. I always felt guilty that he stopped being spotlighted so frequently and yet at the same time I needed to leave dreaming space for my future.

#survivorsguilt

AprilDawn Apr 2014

Ink Pen

for  a quick jot
it’s in  there somewhere
fumble under
my last vacation’s
embroidered coin purse
bunched up nose  tissues
pink lip liner
yesterday’s crumpled
grocery receipts
a neon yellow memory
  falls out  of my hand
and screams ****** ******
in the middle
of  a quiet  hallway.

How a random object in your daily goings on can take you right back to a specific time and place .That one spoke volumes.

#flashback

AprilDawn Apr 2014

Faceless

Out of a swirl of nonsensical
scenes jumbled
through my dreamscape
a man with no face
planted a deep kiss
on my lips
his urgency knocked me
out of my sheets
in the middle of the dark
aware only
of that aching gap
  sitting inside me
filled for a moment
by a shadow man.

In the years after the intense initial deep mourning was over for my husband of nearly 20 years and the realization that I still had love to give and share , came this poem outlining my inner craving for another partner.

#yearning

AprilDawn Apr 2014

Treasure Hunt

Long forgotten stash

of flavor bursts

await my
restless grasp

sugar jewels
cosseted from
bumpy pavement
elusive bag
emerges unscathed
by layers
of fresh found
knowledge.

Score! Unopened Jelly Belly beans at the bottom of my backpack.

#sweettreat