"larissa" poems
I thought of her one day
Walking in the woods
Between the sun and shade.
My wild child,
My Celtic beauty,
Beautiful and strong,
Her blonde hair
Flying in the wind.
With a smile on her
Face and mine,
We raced through
The small streets
On roaring steel,
Daredevils,
Without care.
I smiled as the wind
Ruffled through my hair
And wondered
Where
My wild child
Had gone.
Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 4:46 PM UTC
They locked me away
Cause I was crazy
Said I took too many pills.
Somedays I just screamed
And cried
And forgot pay all
The bills
I lost myself trying
To survive on my own
And deal with the
Chatter in my brain
All I could remember
Were the days I tried to dull
The pain.
Angry, shattered and
All alone
I cried on the floor out loud
The day they set me free
was the day
I swore I’d make them proud.
-Larissa Frost
Nov 7, 2020
Nov 7, 2020 at 8:30 PM UTC
The quickest way to fall apart
Is to pick up the broken pieces of yourself
So we hold ourselves together
And we climb out of our beds
Every morning, we arise and meet the day
Holding our guts in our hands
Wearing scarred hearts on our sleeves
The hardest things in life
Are the little ones
But a thousand pinpricks bleed us dry
And the moments move so swiftly
We feel the pressure in our skulls
Listening to the voices of our fears and doubts
Anxieties clawing to get out
The strongest ones I know
Are the ones who had to fight alone
Nobody else could see their demons
Or carry the weight of the world
Which rested squarely on their shoulders
Dying would be so easy a thing for us
Living well is the real challenge we must face
Sep 20, 2013
Sep 20, 2013 at 2:50 AM UTC
To the victims during the Boston Marathon, April 15, 2013,
Children of Boston
Children of Euston
Children of Kingston
Boys of Mesa
Boys of Tuy Hoa
Boys of Kalba
Teenagers of Kyoto
Teenagers of Toronto
Teenagers of Lesotho
Wives of Berlin
Wives of Kremlin
Wives of Yulin
Humans of the world
Let us spare one word
Let us pray,
From Larissa
To South Kensington
From Tokay
To Grafton
Humans of the world
Let us spare one word
For the children of Boston.
April 15, 2013
Montpellier, France
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 9:19 AM UTC
I thought of her one day
Walking in the woods
Between the sun and shade
My wild child
My little Celtic beauty
Beautiful and strong
Her blonde hair
Flying in the wind
With a smile on her face
And mine
We had raced through
The narrow streets
On roaring steel
Wanton daredevils
Without fear or care
I smiled as the wind
Ruffled through my hair
Gently whispering memories
And wondered
Where
My wild child
Had gone
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 7:57 AM UTC
I love you.
I only wish
I could teach my younger self
I didn’t only want you;
I loved you.
If I could do that,
Perhaps tonight,
I could breathe that honest truth
Into your ears
And not spill it on paper.
Mar 31, 2022
Mar 31, 2022 at 10:55 PM UTC
Of all my regrets,
For Man is granted
Not a few;
Of all my regret:
My deepest wound,
My keenest loss,
Has settled there upon
You.
Apr 15, 2021
Apr 15, 2021 at 12:08 AM UTC
This was The Clue of the Snake in the Hollow Book.
It’s only a vignette...the one where aggressive, friendly
Middle aged men walk Larissa to her car. She is calmer.
She likes to hear us talk about farming and carpentry.
Her first love is ruined for her by beatings.
Glenn and I were her guards in spring and summer
Before and after work through P&G factory parking in Hamilton.
What does this mean now: Larissa? For us,
A thrill: young, smart, loving, flushed and excited; with
The exhaustion of giving more than she had.
It meant beauty and living with a beautiful boy:
She loved his fierce flatness and fiery boredom.
Night classes at McMaster University
She asks another student to walk her to her car.
She says, “Before this happened I was headed for medical school.”
Paul Anthony Hutchinson
www.paulanthonyhutchinon.com
Copyright Paul Anthony Hutchinson
May 20, 2020
May 20, 2020 at 10:22 PM UTC
Still,
I remember
your lips:
Understated, yet
strikingly sweet,
Like the scent of plums
wavering on the breeze.
Apr 21, 2019
Apr 21, 2019 at 9:20 PM UTC