25 May 2018 9 Comments
in General Poetry Tags: dreams, gardenias, Hedge's 55, lost love
For Hedge’s 55.
Gardenias
You used to play the piano when you
could not sleep –
The sound filled the house.
Smell of gardenias filled the air.
Someone else lives there now.
They cut down the gardenia bushes
and planted stylish shrubs.
I dreamed I had died.
I wonder if gardenias grow
in the mountains of Japan.
18 Mar 2018 17 Comments
in General Poetry Tags: cherry blossoms, death, grief, Hedge's 55, March
For Hedge’s 55 and Poets United
March 3 – March 17
March is the cruelest month –
I disagree with my favorite poet,
But then, he did not lose
Grandmotherfathergrandfather
in the same month of the same year –
From lugubrious third to sad seventeenth –
Funerals abounded
Funeral meals fed
Funeral flowers scented the house –
Funeral I’m sorry cards piled up
like spring snow
or dead cherry blossoms
09 Mar 2018 23 Comments
in General Poetry Tags: curtains, Hedge's 55, moon, music of the night, real toads, stars
For the Friday prompt at Real Toads: Curtains and for Hedge’s 55 and for Poets United Poetry Pantry.
Night Curtains
Draw back the curtains of the night,
show us the stars and the glowing moon –
Let in the argent light.
Dance to the rhythm of the
speckled shadows –
whisper of the music made by the stars –
pulsing as sure as the blood
in your veins, beating slowly.
Draw back the curtains of the night.
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