#widows
If you come home,
You'll find me far from sleep,
Staring out the window counting sheep.
Breath stilled from stalking memories,
All of the joyous laughter we once held dear,
Now, to me, your ghost is near.
Yet, still,
If you choose to come home,
Do not wake me, let me rise from bed,
Realizing I no longer am alone.
Mar 5, 2025
Mar 5, 2025 at 9:43 AM UTC
Married men will often go
First
Off in the back of shiny black
Hearse
Left on their own
With no reason to moan
Widows wonder which was the
Worse.
Sep 24, 2022
Sep 24, 2022 at 1:13 PM UTC
In a sea of liquid gold
Your boats are full
A bounty, an argosy wasted
Adrift with no wind to fill your sails
Anchors aplenty
Weigh you down
Pull at you and slow you
As you eat of yourself
Children on the shore
Beg a piece of bread
Just beyond your hearing
And conscience you have shed
Widows mourn their loss
Their houses you have taken
To the streets they go
Like you they are forsaken
He has rowed away
Beyond you in the sea
Left the dead to bury dead
Set the captives free
Jan 29, 2021
Jan 29, 2021 at 3:06 PM UTC
I am like a saint,
being kind to others is me,
Caused I was abused.
Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 6:56 AM UTC
Green
Refreshing
Maturing to become
Grains that will feed us
WIth the sweat of the farmer
WIth the tears of the widows and daughters
WIth the sorrow of the indebted ..
WIth the curse of the deprived and downtrodden..
We don't see the stories behind the scene
We relish the fancy recipes of the Master Chefs
Of fragrant rice, golden rice and the slim and slender grains
We forget the dark, thin, slender bodies who make it for us...
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 9:19 AM UTC