Don’t bother comparing us,
Simply won’t do,
We share similar parts,
But totally different hues.
Sensing your internal struggle,
Trying to decide between two,
Confessing to you now,
She’s finding her way back to you.
Knowing your confidence all too well,
I’ll offer, what I know to be true,
I prefer to continue alone,
If she still owns any part of you.
today I walked into the post office.
just inside the door that never locks,
and the silver trim protectively surrounding her,
i saw it.
up against the corner swept weekly,
probably daily in the winter,
almost already behind me,
was a lone white plastic sack.
the contents inside
dwindled down to one cucumber
someone’s summer bounty,
now one of yours,
left, possibly given, presumably abandoned.
I flicked the envelopes into the slot,
turned two keys looking for more requirements,
thankful there wasn’t a spinning combination lock anymore.
somebody take her home, I thought, as I pushed the door open to leave,
and listened as it shut.
don’t apologize
misery leads excuses
reaction, enough
It’ll be one day
Tell me no
It’ll be one day
Never quite sure
It’ll be one day
Look past me again
It’ll be one day
Witness to love’s end
Foolish girl
Wasn’t meant for you
Foolish girl
You’re not a dream come true
Foolish girl
Your heart’s a mess
Foolish girl
You’ll never stand a chance
I want to draw you near
Pull you closer to me
I watched
His face, fall
Told me everything,
Yours will, too
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The first few moments
Of Autumn breeze
Smell of campfires,
Coffee roast,
And cooling green.
Sharp edge of season’s cusp
Will heat the day,
Softly accede to dusk,
This: a velvet season;
Verdant weakening.
Cerulean, crisp from up above,
Pillowed clouds,
Hum of change, my love,
Protectively
Quiets the negative.
***
My friend, Shari, encouraged me to write from A to Z.
As many of you know, her wisdom, writing and compassion has been a blessing in my life. I began sharing my poetry here in 2013 and she, along with many others, has encouraged even my weakest of heart.
I believe this challenge is just what I need to push myself. I will try. I haven’t set any sort of timeline for this, but my intentions are to keep revealing as routinely as possible.
I also think it’s important to recognize that I haven’t weighted this challenge with any sort of expectation or intended outcome. I’m no longer interested in disappointment or how it makes me react. This I offer to you as it is, just as I’ve always tried to offer myself.
I write to feel. Allowing myself movement freely. A window into my soul. I’ve chosen to leave each poem as it was firstly written. Quite humbling to see where my mind sits to wait over time.
Thank you for supporting my A to Z effort.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 