In Memoriam

the phone calls that never came

letters and notebooks unopened

toys stacked neatly in boxes

winds blew strongly that day

leaves and flowers wilted on ground

from fires of hate or fervent faith 

i still don't know until now

what i remember still are your laughing eyes

tender touch of hands on my shoulders

childish stories that made me smile

fallen from the tree of life

i light a candle today in memory

of love and gratitude

Posted for D'Verse Poets Pub - Poetics - In Memoriam,  hosted by Mark Kerstetter.   I am not American but on this fateful day, Sept. 11, my heart goes out to all those who died.


Shared with One Single Impression - Notebook and Poets United.


Picture credit:   http://kmrants.tumblr.com/  

Lost child

every night, i dab
red oily paint on
pale sunken cheeks


teeth clenched, I draw
bright lines
around
dull bruised lips


glittering blue
eye make-up
completes my 
photograph


hiding joy-famished
thin frame
behind tight 
black dress, and 
scruffy shoes


my hands rough from
tilling the hard farm soil,
now grips the dirty
blanket in nightly terror
as men
obsessed with 
themselves,
plunders my
soft body  


i lost my voice
a long ago
behind these dark
rooms reeking of sex,
money, sweat and piss. 


i don't believe in
God nor 
fairy tales 


they are for kids.






Author's Note:  This post is for Poetry Jam, hosted by Brian Miller.  
"Our words have power. This week for the Jam, I want you to write a compassion poem, a call to action poem, an awareness poem...a poem that touches on an issue that pulls your heart strings. "  

While I enjoy writing about love and intimacy, I abhor children and women trafficking.   I was watching a documentary about this last night, and it is a cruel reality.   If you are interested, you may want to read more about this cause here.     

Shared with One Single Impression.   The prompt #162 is obsession.
Poets United:  Poet Pantry # 63.

picture credit:  http://silent-musings.tumblr.com/

Whisper my name

i hold you closer

no hushed sounds, not a whisper  

but love's voice clearly      

dawn comes quickly as 

velvet lips whisper my name 
breaking night's silence  

Author's Note:   This post is for Haiku Heights and the theme is Whisper.   Haiku and Senryu are both Japanese poetry forms that have three lines. The three lines (5,7,5 syllables), if reflecting nature, form a haiku; and if reflecting emotions and life in general, forms a Senryu.


Also shared with One Single Impression, the prompt is Silence.   And Poets United # 62.