A Writer's 21st Century Memoir.

Posts tagged ‘poetry’

into the land of the dead, cemetery

Into the Land of the Dead

I looked up at the dark, dried, and ominous dead trees looming down with their bare bent, and scraggly-looking branches stretched out wide. I continued my stare with my eyes transfixed to gaze upon the contrast of the dark geometric lines against the much lighter gray-bluish-colored sky. The combination of vastly different colors gently whispering that they are, in fact, the embodiment of a beautiful, yet lifeless, winter’s day.

Eyes Without A Face

Eyes Without A Face

Sometimes I find myself missing literature that I have not and probably will not ever read. I sit in the immaterialized section of reality hidden deep within my conscious to see the book of poems—forever lost—that I will never see.

cold delicious iced tea drink

#OctPoWriMo: Oct 29-31

You tell me that where you’re from  
a pitcher full of this on a porch  
was all anyone needed. 
It was a link to the past,  
a connection to the future,  
and it quenched  
wandering mid-day thoughts. 

bench carved stones cemetery

#OctPoWriMo: Oct 22nd-24th

Another friend has died today. 
You make the trek to show support  
and say your last goodbyes. 
I never see you cry. 
You know that they are safe  
in a place without pain or suffering.

reddened hills & adventure in arid arizona

OctPoWriMo: October 9th-12th

Green thumbs and calloused hands turn dirt into a bed of flowers. 
I watch you casually sprinkle life into a seed and watch it grow. 
Mother to children and mother nature you share nothing but love. 
I pray that one day my hands will too learn some of what you know.