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 Jul 2014 Eileen Auger
AprilDawn
I miss
so many
things

twinkling eyes
smiles for me
alone

hands held
anywhere

brash moves
pinned me
to the hall wall

passionate embraces
in the living room

morning light
splashed across
his face

good-bye
gangly night legs

hello again cold bed
with
blankets piled high
Written June  2007 almost 5 years after  his  surprise  demise  at the hands of an unknown killer.
 Jul 2014 Eileen Auger
AprilDawn
July 14, 2002
everything indelibly inked
in my memory
  our love of  two decades
gone
in the blink of an eye
your light extinguished
all that was  
ceased to be
innocence lost
someone wanted you dead
stacks of  information
racks of paperwork
 sad faces
phone calls
nights  in a puddle of tears  
sleeping in the bed we shared
weren't you  just here ?
where are you  now?
can you see our anguish?
our fight to survive
while going through the motions
my mind repeating your  name  
over and over again
as if those were the magic words
to bring you back to  this life
so empty and yet so full
mind numbing pain
consumed
my every waking moment
filled the corners of my body
with stark  grief
then  scattered to bits
and
dumped
into an abyss
of
undeniable pain
I began   to talk  on paper   about  what had just happened  12 years ago  ,
trying  not to sound   cliched and maudlin if anyone should read the harrowing narrative  drenched  in sorrow  and change.Yet wanting to formulate it into words.
 Jul 2014 Eileen Auger
AprilDawn
home
was where his heart
intertwined with mine
the cruel  flick of a  wrist
made sure
I will  never go
home
again
Never forgotten, my Tom
 Jul 2014 Eileen Auger
AprilDawn
late  one November day
a dog eared page
from another  chapter
came alive
while crisp leaves  
swirled  and twirled
love
burst in
unannounced
so amazed
illuminated
fascinated
intrigued
complex
simple
the short list
fulfilled
can't catch my breath
afraid
brave
alive
pleased
impatient
out of my hands ,
into my  very core-
Welcome.
After Thanksgiving  2007 ,   the man who   helped me  find  a new chapter in my life appeared .  We went to high school together  and knew each other somewhat.I  had been  alone  and  recovering from my loss for  over  5 years at that point.I was  ready  to  start looking. Love has lived  with us for over 6 years now .
 Jun 2014 Eileen Auger
AprilDawn
I tried to gut a gourd
it flew screaming  
through the kitchen
with the cleaver still inside
oh,well
canned  makes the best pie
anyway.
Gave up trying  to make  pumpkins, butternut stuffs  from  scratch  ...anything thickly skinned  ...
 May 2014 Eileen Auger
AprilDawn
Rummage
through Christmas decorations
headed for the garage

forced  order  
onto random bits  and bobs
a long forgotten bag
yields a wrapped bar
of motel soap
at the very bottom
who's very existence
spins me in a split second
backwards
to  all those days and nights
of our tragedy

How did I ever survive this thing?
Have I yet?

it offers  me no real answers

just continues
to look crisply unused

and wildly
out of place
2005 or 2006,Moved a lot  after my husband died   , and had to sort out so many things  ,so many times.The memories were hardest  the first few years.Now  they are more like  surprise treasures when I find them.
 May 2014 Eileen Auger
AprilDawn
Gently shake
that sauce
if you
have a care
the ceiling
needs no spice
the curtains
look so nice
when they are
devoid of flavor.
A dinner scene at my home with my parents and daughter  one Sunday meal  in  2005 .Mom asked  if  someone could pass the soy sauce.So Dad did, and  loosened the cap first.She did not notice  that ...
 May 2014 Eileen Auger
AprilDawn
Past, present, future
feeder roads
morph
into the  main drag
over the railroad  tracks
through  hills and dales
until every curve
screeches to that  farewell ride
only one way left to travel  
  dead end straight ahead
intersection imminent -
try to brace for impact
This wording came  over a  6 year time period. I still don't have a driver's license  ,and have  been in a major car accident  since I started writing this . I  know  the  meaning  of forward motion  , as I have practiced   behind the wheel often enough. I take my  whole life with me  down the road it seems..
I cut myself on the future
I thought of kissing your picture
I detached myself from
lullabies and sorry eyes
only to realize:

I want to make love to you in November,
just before the empty of December.
Where snow blankets
and suffocating leaf-beds
aren't the only dreams
to fall asleep in our heads.

I could hear your voice trip
as my hands started to drip
around your hips and thighs-
You could tranquilize
with your lips and byes.

You look so sleepy-headed
Many words I have threaded
to weave a dream
desperately
but you prefer my
reality.
 May 2014 Eileen Auger
AprilDawn
I saw the bottom
of the kitchen sink
today
sleek  and shiny
no remnants of  past meals
or baked delights
everything tucked away and clean
my surprised face
reflected around  the shiny  drain
every once in a blue moon
it’s a good thing to see  
even if only
a  few scant moments
before  another  meal
is conceived.
I hate doing dishes.A lot of things tend to soak for awhile.I have a dishwasher too...written  in pieces over the past  6 years .
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