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pride month 6.1.25 (5:10 pm / 17:10)
you were right, i guess
even though you don’t know yet

you have always been right about me
you have always known me better than myself
i have always been better in your eyes

i know i should be prouder
i know i should know better

[playing: till forever falls apart by ashe and finneas]
Lizzie Bevis May 20
The warm May sun
plants kisses my skin
as late spring days
bring new beginnings.

I close my eyes and listen
to busy birds singing
as they build nests with care,
weaving a safe home
for their chicks to share.

I do love the clear May mornings,
when the garden is bejewelled
with dew-kissed leaves
that sparkle when catching the sunlight.

I look at the countryside,
draped in emerald green,
as I watch the breeze rippled fields
create a stunning artist's scene.

I smile as flowers stand waving,
as they greet all who pass
with vibrant cheer,
much to many a humble
bumblebee's delight.

©️Lizzie Bevis
My May thoughts...I feel so uplifted about this beautiful month! 🙂
John Apr 15
What a beautiful month it is today!
Yet it is beautiful only for me, for there is no one else with me to share this splendor—a beauty that lights up this cold night and illuminates everything around.
A new day
Comes every day
With a morning, a noon
An afternoon and an evening
It's day and it's night
Across the countryside.

The first day of the year
Is as special as the last
Man creates days of feast
To distinguish himself from the beast
That says that all days are the same
Like the wind that dances and sows.

There is a beginning
To smile and laugh
And an end of time
To cry and die
The animals are right
A new season does not matter.

A new year, a new day
A new week, a new month
A new night, a new noon
A new sun, a new moon.

Copyright © January 2021, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Lizzie Bevis Feb 2
Grey clouds drift like rousing thoughts,
between winter's long exhale
and spring's first breath,
as frost melts in patches,
revealing a grass blanket beneath.

Robins flash their defiant redbreasts
against the monochrome mornings,
singing and brightening each day
with their jovial song;
While bare trees stretch
their waking branches
out towards the pewter skies.

The short month lingers
like a lover's daydream,
as each day becomes a slow dance between
the chills retreat and the sun's advance,
as the daylight stretches its golden rays
a little further into the evening.

©️Lizzie Bevis
Lizzie Bevis Jan 4
Frost etches patterns on windowpanes,
While winter’s chill travels down barren lanes.
Bare branches stretch against steel-grey skies,
As the morning mist slowly rises and dies.
The short days are wrapped in woolly light,
As long clear nights sparkle with crystals bright.
New dreams unfold like freshly turned pages,
While time moves on in gentle stages.
In places where the snow drifts deep,
As last year's memories quietly sleep.
Nature paints all with a silver brush
A world transformed into a peaceful hush.

©️Lizzie Bevis
Safana Mar 2024
Our guest has arrived.
He is about to end his visit.
We began to say farewell before disappearing.
We trust Allah (The Almighty)
has prepared us for another encounter.
To see your appearance again.
Until another day, our friend.
Until another day, our brother.
We bid farewell to our Ramadan.
9 days to end his visit (RAMADAN)
Amanda Kay Burke Jul 2023
November arrives on schedule
Comes in to visit each year
Whispers goodnight with stillness
Rustling one can hardly hear

I only see her four weeks
In heart time is of no concern
World to her is a routine on repeat
Myself know I have just a turn
Written you guessed it; 11/2/18 haha
This is not how I thought I’d meet you, my son.
In your plastic bubble, I don’t feel like a mom.

Can’t hold you, or feed you, or rock you to sleep.
These are not the memories I expected to keep.

So quiet and fragile, “It’s my fault,” I weep.
Each night we go home with an empty car seat.

“Can I hold him?” I ask. She says, “You may soon, just not today.”
“Maybe tomorrow will be the day.”

Even though I only get to behold you for now,
It fills my life with bliss just to see you in sight.
Here, I patiently await to give you a kiss.

I cradle my pump until my body is dry,
Filling the freezer with my supply.

“Liquid gold,” they say, to help fix you.
Drink up, my sweet boy, it’s all I can do.

Amongst the fear, the hell, and the anguish,
There is light, a magic, and hope that all will be well.

Late at night, amidst tubes, the beeps, and the wires,
We form a bond that could start fires.

After seven days of life is the day I finally get to hold you—
So little and fragile, my emotions running wild,
I dare not take a breath, just in case it might hurt you.

Nurses whisper and sing you a sweet lullaby,
They hold my hand, “It’ll be okay, mama,” as I cry.

They touch you tenderly, you’re theirs on loan,
Filling you with love until you’re ready to come home.

When we finally leave, it’s bittersweet.
We’ll never forget those we meet.

I’ll never forget those sterile walls, hands washed raw,
I’ll hear the beeps long after leaving those halls.

Joy and nerves as we drive towards home,
We’ll be sure to tell you about your start in life, my sonshine.

One in seven need the help of the NICU—
I just didn’t think it would be you.
fear the unknown Oct 2022
10
To my dearest October,
keep me grounded in your earthy roots
and help me to stay bright while you embrace us with darker days
Forever yours.
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