Bitterness
What is in a promise
Or in that of a box of empty chocolates
Emptiness or air
Hot air from the beating sun
Closed minded and empty
Shaken til the last drop
What is in a promise
Or in that of a box of empty chocolates
The rays of a distant sun
Waiting to be released
Dying before closure
Sleeping without peace
Awakening to something new
But will never be the same
What is in poems
Or in words one seldom hears alive
Teacher
Black writing on white
Stained boards from past
Broken crayons and paint spills
A teacher from the past
Curly hair- blonde
Shimmering down over clothes
Fabrics and scissors
Tape and glue
Ever try whistling
A frown face for you
Complaining and slacking
Gets no where in here
What is art
Is art
Is an art teacher
Limerick
Today is when the storm came
Rushing past the trees never to be the same
Dark, dark clouds in the sky
Branches flying through how wind so high
Hiding below the rain came
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The cat and the random ball
Rolling around in the hall
Sleeping all day
Playing in the barn and in the hay
My cute little dumb cat with her ball
I remember --
I remember the toast and chip
I remember the beds and slips
I remember faking and scraping my knee
I remember him never being there for me
I remember the first tooth
I remember my broken youth
I remember September and when it ended
I remember back before the rumors and before the cancer
I remember nothing yet everything
I remember to remember I'm not alone
Childhood poem
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Childhood is a time of youth and play
Yet some of us never get those pleasure I dare say I didn't but I did
Never being without fun - I guess I'm just too blind to see
Glasses broken and broken arms and doctors note
Never having the new toys and always - or never seen
Rather of two but mother of four- or rather none
Father of none yet father of two
Soon to be gone
Yet I always remember pressing my face
Against the cool windows of cars
And falling asleep to the sound of old music through old speakers
The smell of fertilizer and horses even though there was only cows
The little brother which stole my light I only had for a year
My two sister with their curly hair
My sisters moving and moving and smoking and yelling
The time I was by myself and the time I always had company
Self portrait ---
She was born to a broken family
Already once broken then again
Stayed strong for her life
Not giving in to petty emotions
As a child play in the webs and sands of childhood
Scared of falling through them
As she grew older and the world around her dimmed from the light
She saw how it was and is and will always be
No matter how hard or how long things will never -
She stops herself from petty pitting and frowning most the time
She keeps her thoughts to herself and keeps the childhood past and the rough clashes of -
Everything I guess- she doesn't know she's not smart enough to be coherent enough
To be shy to be here to be the friend they need
To be a daughter a mother would want
To be the son a father wanted
To be the sister of niece or grand daughter
Never perfect
Always falling short
