it’s like,
I ride songs into sweet
remembers
of my daddy
of my friends
of my sister, and my twin

I float in a star-strewn nebula,
a compostella, each star
a different scene and cast,
each a member of my asterism of
memories
each and all beloved
clear as the ringing of a bell
flooding my eyes with tears
of sorrow and joy and laughter

I ride music like
a flying carpet lifts on the magical,
gently carrying my heart
into the beauty and sorrow and laughter
of Love lost and
Love found


c. 2023 Roberta Compton Rainwater

Dawn will crackle with
madness, and a sad
soul sickness, that
breeds an all too
familiar
incomprehensible fear.

It's such hard
work to get that
click, to be okay;
to see the squirrels and
smell the leaves,
to lick the lice off the
sparrows and the grackle.

You know when you died.
i didn't get to say.
anything to you so i cried.
you're in a better place today.
Up above in heaven so high
where we all hope to go
you mom is. the star in my eye,
because my heart & yours will glow.
Yes, you gave me love.
and you gave me special. Care,
seeing you above
shining away up there.
I've got memories of you.
of our best times yet
daddy I & you
are the best never forget.
BY SCOTTY BRUNER