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AprilDawn Apr 2014
make a  great pillow
for
tired dog butts.
An observation of  the past two dogs I owned. If there was patch of pansies  , they would plunk down right on them !
AprilDawn Apr 2014
Impending fury
clings
to closed eyelids
palpable loss
a sable brush
dunked in dread
blackens every inch
of familiar landscape
what if’s
eat through
the static blue horizon
making a meal
of unborn dreams
slaked only by
hastily grabbed
history
ragged spirits
haul hope
on well- worn tar
safe haven
still pages away
Sept  2005...this would be Hurricane Rita. Lived in the Houston area  and this was on the heels of  the hurricane  Katrina that took out New Orleans  .Our first  evacuation  after having lived  there  for  3 years .Trying to get the house ready   for heavy storm winds, maybe flooding and picking out  what was essential to take  in case our home was destroyed  became   a daunting task.Scary, but  our  area was not hit.
AprilDawn Apr 2014
after dark
had fallen

I stood
in the backyard

the majestic palms
playing
to wind chimes

solar lights
cascading   rainbows
along the water’s surface
  
Life teemed
in the silken underbelly
of the purple  night sky

someday

I will miss
this piece
of unfinished paradise.
My garden in the burbs of Houston. And yes, I do miss it.Written Oct 2006
AprilDawn Apr 2014
is that where
you went
I ask aloud
because I’ve lost
track of you somehow
one evening
smack dab in the center
of a  ring of clouds
was a gaping blue  hole
it’s as likely
as any  place
for you to be.
Where did my late husband go after  he died ? Written 2006
AprilDawn Apr 2014
hard
to be
a butterfly
       on a really
         windy day
A simple ponder....
AprilDawn Apr 2014
You don’t populate
my dreams
so much anymore
I castigate myself
for this  
abysimal lack
of your presence  
but every night  
my dreams  take me
somewhere
you aren’t  .
Then he was even gone from my dreams.Written 2007
AprilDawn Apr 2014
in the valley
feel no need
to scale any peaks
just easy-peasy
lay  low  
let the long silken rays
drape  my weary soul
in glowing golden glory.
A  location  -place in my life poem .Massachusetts  2007
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