Shards of a Broken Diary
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Apocalyptic Bus
Bus rushing on Driver nodding off Crows circle high, know their job Driver deaf 
Mom You were warmth You gave me life The confidence to live I was afraid of the water You taught me to swim We lowered you into the ground There was snow Storms came, the ground froze We left you in the cold How could we? You buried my father, Your husband You buried your daughter, My sister How could you? I don’t understand I did yesterday, Last week sometime, last fall, mid-morning I accepted condolences graciously You told me how to love Some of us must be told You learned in your turn You told me the secret: Love is not measured I will understand tomorrow I have pushed the tears off again I am still afraid of the water |
Wedding joy in Autumn
Hitching the hitched; sharing souls sharing Orange red and yellow leaves, wreathes Archways of colour Friends family fulfilled I was there, we were there Vows vocalised What is winter’s weight when In a tent we attend the intended Snow may fall storms may blow Inside we dance, dance, dance The Silent Stop Sign Stop sign sitting silent by the Lonely crossroads Waiting for cars that come So seldomly that two may never Meet, Do you ever tire of your job? Here comes a rumbling car. What's that? The first one by in two long days? I'm not surprised. It's hitting eighty, Maybe 90 miles an hour. Yell your silent order out! Don't look back if it goes by! Are you surprised that your command, Though silent, slows it down? Stop! Stop! Stop! The only noise that's made comes from the Screeching tires. But when the car is gone, what noise? The moist hot air, abandoned summer homes is all. Are those warming rays of beaming sunlight Noise to you who cannot hear? |