Posts for June 7, 2025 (page 3)

Oh man it was perfect

Nothing like watching your hard work
Get erased
Watching the poem you wrote
Be replaced 
By something else that you never felt
Even if you did your best
But you happened to have overslept
And missed the post from yesterday
So instead of dealing in regret and dismay
I’ll just write two
Instead of one
Today

one
time
a
version
of
me
fell
deep
into
the
inside
of
the
interiority
of
a
poem. 

the
version
of
me
before
that
fall
has
yet
to
be
sighted
again.

The rain
Keeps falling on
Me, until eventually 
It becomes larger then the Pacific
I am drowning
Stuck without a lifevest
Unable to swim
Will you throw me a preserver
Or will you let me
Doggy paddle
And leave me
Gasping for breath
Breathe in
Breathe out
Commiting to
My final breath

Kept
your hair in the brush
your recorded voice 
your hand written letter
your perfume scented dress

Have for you
a chamber in my heart
a room in my brain
a memory I can’t forget
a fashion sense 

What I miss
a mother that models
a grandmother that nurtures
a great grandmother that guides
an aunt that assists

You can’t control the pain.

You can only control your response to it.

It’s okay to not be superhuman.

It’s okay to rest.

You’re doing your best.

This is only a season.

Things will get better.

Everything that needs to get done

will get done.

Rest your mind as well as your body.

We will try again tomorrow.

Things will get better.

I love you.

When I place a conch upon my ear, what is it that I really hear?
Is it a beach with crashing waves, or just a memory of ocean sprays?
I know it is a chance to hear
a sacred place my heart holds dear
For by the sea is where I see
a place
of Mother’s Majesty
a space
in all her splendor

        For Jennifer

Her poem enjoyed a flight
to the far side of the moon
where it will remain through eons,
cradled in technological artistry.
On clear nights, she looks
at the distant orb, envisions
her words precisely penned,
savors a moment of satisfaction,
then turns her eyes towards Mars.

self impose exile

Savor sky poems,
love from above.

Fluffy clouds floating
as if they were boats.

Butterflies diving and prancing
trees break dancing to wind’s rowdy tease.

Watch today’s sky drama instead of news reels.
It’s the news break you need.

Replenish the splendor 
of life’s love in your heart.