store up some joy
for the wintry days.
You opened that door, too soon,
and floated like a butterfly
who saw flowers after a long long while.
Come back, grace our table once more.
Let us raise our tequila glass
for what we have become.
We’ll drink deep of the life
behind and before us.
We’ll pucker up at the sour lemon
in our tongue talking about loves
we lost or never had.
We’ll fill our plates
with stories life weaved,
while we bridge the gap
over the years we missed.
Then we will sing, with abandon,
burst our lungs,
while the videoke plays
our youth’s anthem.
We’ll bask in the warmth of friendship,
our shared memories holding close
our separate paths and the promise
of meeting again before long.
But your journey was over too soon.
Now we only see your shadow
luminous in the light of dawn,
waiting at the end of our road.
Anthony Desmond of DVERSE wants us to write Haphazard Poetry for Poetics. He gave us a list of 12 words to use in our poem. Shadow, Luminous, Door immediately jumper at me (along with Glass, Plate, warmth). I just heard news that a good friend and sorority sister died yesterday. It’s been more than a decade since we last met. A few years ago, she got sick with cancer. Except for that, I have heard nothing more about her condition. It seemed that she kept silent about her pains and our friends respected that, until yesterday when news of her passing was announced to us through Facebook. This is what I’ll say to her had I been able to visit her wake.
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don’t let me down
there’s a touch of gloom
in your eyes
Should I be surprised
by your sad smile
when there is an impending
darkness is advancing
chill hovers in the air
what is it like
to stare at surrender
and the loss of your power?
You are not alone
dear sun of September
many others have gone your way
prisoners of fate
they’ve lost, in some way or another
and fear became their song
yet the world turns
and not very long
they’re on top of the world again.
Keep your light
Come what may.
i guess I don’t know what I’m doing. I do not grasp the jazz genre very well. I attribute it to my limited exposure to the genre. However, I admire Louis Armstrong’s music. Is that considered jazz? Anyway, I did this trial and error piece in response to dVERSE POETS’ Pubs’ Meeting the Bar: Jazz Poetry. Oh yeah, I did try singing the poem in my head. Then I went off key at the third word. 🙂
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Finally, we are back home. My vegetable garden did not do well this time. Half the tomatoes and the zucchini are dying. But the garden plants did ok. Inside the house, I saw the hydrangea looking as fresh as the day I cut them and placed them in a mason jar two weeks ago. I know that if I am patient, the cutting will grow roots just the way the parent hydrangea in the garden was started.
Anyway, just to greet you a happy day from the comfort of my own computer chair. It’s great to be back home. 🙂
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