My mom is mischievously, mysterious,
with her momentum. But perfectly perpetuating her purpose on earth. Never wavering wondering, or wishing for it all. Only knowing. She is in her palace. Filling her chalice. Toughening the callus, That's needed.. Necessary negativity to neutralize, The highs and balance the lows. Candidly correcting the corrupt With a simple smile. Lifting the leveled and the loveless, With ease. There is no tail, That could make a wail. Only mine of I fail, But, I won't walk that trail. I'll take the teachings and trials, She will give. Learning love and limits With a laugh. I just want to say, Thank you For my life and the love you've given. You're perfect, just for me.
Poem for my moms bday and mothers day
I waited on many mothers with their daughters today.
my last table had a prada shopping bag with them. they stayed an hour after my shift ended. did they think I didn't have a mother waiting at home? ... of course, my mother wasnt at home. she, too, waited on many mothers with their daughters today. i wonder if she realizes, in another life, we would be at the table with a prada shopping bag too. give me a few years, mom. we'll get there.
they didnt tip either
Birds sound in the distance
Closed eyelids stain red Sunlight brushes tanned skin Smells of grass fill the air A moment of content Short but sweet In this ending moment of peace
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All the shortest summers,
I compare a love to a beautiful day, Tempted temperatures; this artistry close to lust, There's a careless wind of having nothing to say. But summer's a bit short, by these winter chills down my spine, You leave so lovely; missing a bright complexion, And of course; that lovely bright smile. All that's fair; but feels dimmed, and trimmed, Cut off from your love, I held to my very last, Opened my eyes to yours; to feel I once dreamed. But I do scare of beauty's fade; coming to our age, When all our possessions are but empty, and cold, Children remembering us as shadows under shade. Time grows. And I've grown deep roots into love, But love often is this constant battleground. But I'll be one keen to fight all for you.
It is not the rising
or the setting of the sun that I most love but the colors it paints the sky.
Sunflower on azure
Clouds threaten Rain
This is part one of a two part set of Tilus poems I finished recently.
Tilus Format: First stanza two lines; second stanza one line Six syllables in first line, three syllables in second line, and one syllable for final line So 10 syllables total.