AprilDawn

AprilDawn Apr 2014

Miniature tree
furiously fuzzy
pink and white
petulantly
blooms
between
curvaceous
imperial palms
reminds reverently
of a larger tree
in another place
and time

our potted baby mimosa in Texas.

#fuzzyblooms

AprilDawn Apr 2014

Pink Flamingo

Secret wish

stands hidden
in
cliché riddled
green patch
this neon bird

mocks

red capped
garden dwellers

serenely seated
bookish girl

half-dead fern

leans towards
hot pink beacon

salvation bent

crescent moon
casts
feathery palm shadows
with curved arms
against the
bamboo fence

lifting
earthbound desires

skyward.

My desire for a kitschy pink flamingo was strong in my garden we kept in Houston burbs so many years ago. I never got one for it .

#yearning

AprilDawn Apr 2014

Passenger

Grief rides with me
wherever I go,
whether I walk
around the house
in my jammies,
read a poem
to a group
of strangers,
or watch a flower bud
burst open-
each breath knows
what use to be
will not come back.

Written in 2006.Raw moments while still processing my loss.

#griefwork

AprilDawn Apr 2014

Bittersweet Ache

still binds me
to your love
frayed
but never
completely
torn

written 2005

#heartache

AprilDawn Apr 2014

Sad Cookie

Soggy sorrow's
bittersweet bite
nibbles my spirit
ever so slightly
a nip here
a nip there
crumbled
I remain
upon
dry lips

This poem is actually a dramatization of our hound's quest to retrieve a soggy oatmeal raisin cookie out of our outdoor in ground hot tub in Texas one warm March evening .We were hot tubbing and snacking on sandwiches and cookies , and being careful that she didn't get any of the food .When she decided to jump into the hot tub with my daughter holding the cookie. Rescue efforts ensued as she scratched and clawed to not drown . We got her out of the hot tub unscathed and soaking wet, but we also had to put down the cookie. She got out of the tub and swooped up that last soaked crumb we had set aside to rescue her !

#sillyhoundescapades

AprilDawn Apr 2014

Sometimes

I feel savage
inside
unrestrained ferocity

gnaws
at my spirit
every cell
has to
wrestle
being devoured alive
by lost hopes
that go bump in the night
When Hate
stabbed
the light of day .

I am not prone to fits of anger, while I do get angry , these emotions were an intense grieving anger . I wrote it in 2005, it is all about the how& why my husband of nearly twenty years dying made me feel so powerless , so sad and so lost.

#victimized

AprilDawn Apr 2014

Stage Fright

Look at me
but not too close
you'll see lines
you'll see my pain
you'll see I was loved
you'll see my fear
you'll see my coffee drinking habits
when I smile in your direction
Look at me
but not too close
you'll see I loved someone
you'll see I lost someone
you'll see my broken heart
Look at me
but not too close
I am aging while we speak
so are you
but I've got the head start
Look at me
but not too close
and see my laughter
bubbling up
from deep inside
and here's hoping I don't snort !

My speech class when I went back to college in 2005. I was only one of two over 35 year olds...

#exitstageleft