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Month: April 2021

Willow in the Wind

Willow in the Wind

Friday it was

Sunday it was

no more

a storm had blown

through the area

and chopped it down

at the feet

bare feet

its face held down

in a pond of pollen

unrecognizable

its gentle flowing locks

splattered

it was not a pleasant site

to see

I closed my eyes

and saw my daughter

3

throwing rose petals

in the stream

the lovely locks

like a waterfall

surrounding her

we had our little picnics there

under that emerald waterfall

and watched the wind

pick up

and play

it was our special spot

I watched her walk on over

to the tree

quietly

on the brink of 15

then she turned

and looked back at me

standing where I stood

and I saw her

3

TL

Pink Perfume

Pink Perfume

the cardboard box

had photos of peonies

thought why not

took the roots home

and put ‘em in two pots

and watered ‘em

in my greenhouse

when I had a greenhouse

back before a tree crushed it

without a roof

I set these pots

under the rain

and sun

and walked away

as seasons changed

back to spring

was outside marveling at herbs

that made it through the winter

rearranging pots

when there in one

was a light pink beautiful peony

in full bloom

I couldn’t believe it

it’d been two years

since I put those roots in pots

and never thought

for a second

they’d actually bloom

and fill the air

with peony perfume

TL

Dear Officer So and So,

Dear Officer So and So,

the police

never showed

the kid waited

and waited

and waited

but they never

showed

i’d like to know

why

could somebody there

please tell me why

why you never showed

when i see

an officer on the street

with their uniform

and their badge

and their gun

their oath

i wanna go up to ‘em

and just ask ‘em

why

why didn’t you show

up

and get me the hell outta there

the kid in me

just wants to know

why you never showed

why you never checked

why you never followed-up

with questions

for the child …

are you ok?

do you need help?

do you want to go and live

somewhere else?

she musta been invisible

quietly crying

silently praying

waiting and waiting

waiting for what

for when

12 years went by

the system failed

and i want you to know that

i need you to know that

i need you to know that I know that

but what if i hadn’t been so strong

well, I know you’re busy

and all

and this letter’s much too late

but i sent it anyways

have a good day

TL

Unsaid i Say

Unsaid i Say

a writer is

always collecting

i can’t remember

a time

when i wasn’t

taking

everything in

the tone of words

the unspoken cry

the music of rain

the movement of clouds

the lap of the sea

the horse standing

so still

the beautiful object

broken to bits

the wondering where

the stray went

and died

the roses on the coffin

in the urn

the garden

the way the light plays

with shadows

Peter Pan-like

the skin of fruit

how it changes

the second it falls

to ground

like petals

like butterflies

like little blue eggs

memories i can’t remember

to forget

on my stone

please put

i tried …

don’t try …

just be

TL

Before or After

Before or After

having lived

two lives

very different

from the other

i’ve often wondered

how the perspective

changes

in the light of time

how you view the world

in the sequence of time

if hardship came early

you carry it your whole life

through

verses

when hardship comes later in life

you carry it not as long

but may not be equipped

for the weight of it

especially if

never faced with shattering things

before

on the other hand

if faced with suffering

while still a child

expectations tend to fall away

when not met

early on

this creates a conditioning within a child

if faced with too much

too soon

children are not adults

they are not equipped to carry the weight

of it

and yet so many did

and so many do

and so many will

and i wish it wasn’t so

if you survive a traumatic childhood

you will spend the rest of your life

either healing

from it

or running away

from it

and if you’re an adult

who never faced hard things

before

but now feel overwhelmed

at every turn

it can be unbearable

at times

to the point of self-sabotage

whether it’s drinking or drugs

or other things

if coping mechanisms

are not in place

the result is the result

a room can stay dark

for a long time

if you don’t reach up

and switch on the light

real change

starts real small

in the smallest thing

you can find meaning

it’s there in the routine

the daily routine

of mundane things

where you’d least expect it

to be …

if you have no soap

but you’re grateful

for water …

and if you have

no water

but you know

one day

it will

r

a

i

n

TL