In the letter you sent You tried to explain to me– I couldn’t understand. You Tried to condense Fifteen years of unspoken Words into A song you said I needed to know Why you floated– Why you made your Choices and broken Promises
Perhaps in early morning dew As one bud fades into decay The green of spring is still anew Where old roots cling in fertile fray But what of rocks and moss and bark? Are dreams of blossom’s change to sleep? A foolish gardener will prune all change Hoping to preserve rather than create And if there are genetic flaws? please keep Or perfections’ disasters you will reap
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I’m happy to announce my short story ‘Cicadas‘ is live on Coffee House Writers! I’m excited to bring my readers back to one of my past homes as I pay homage to a city I love. Richmond is a beautiful city filled with rich history and the kind of muggy summer heat you don’t easily forget.
Thank you for taking the time to read my short story today! Have you ever written or read anything set in a place you have lived? What did you think of it? What do you think of this piece? I’d love to hear in the comments!
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Here is the next of this series of forgotten poems from 2000 – 2005. I used to use a lot more structure in my poetry and didn’t actually start experimenting with avant garde/free verse until I was in college.
At the end of the poem I decided to add a final stanza to provide closure to the narrative and try to make sense of the story being told.
An Examination Of Death
Marybeth died at 65 Too bad her children aren’t still alive No one was there to plant the tree On top of her mound to set her free
Harold passed at only 7 Told his mama he was going to heaven Didn’t hear the fights night and day Or the shot fired when Mama got in the way
Tommy was gone in ’44 Never had been to war before When his bride received the news Next they found her in a noose
Kristy was only 18 years old When her poor mama was told She took her life one sunny day Leapt from the building – cross the way
Daisy was a carefree girl Loved her Johnny’s special lure Watched him die before her eyes At the hands of paradise
All the world can find its fate Then associate and relate With every death comes less time All to end this awful rhyme
Daisy stands by Marybeth’s stone Knowing they both were together alone She kneels down to plant a seed So finally her soul, from pain, is freed
Thank you for taking the time to read these today! Have you ever found any of your old writing? What did you think of it? What do you think of this one? I’d love to hear in the comments!
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