I’m waffle making
and suddenly
the loss of you
is palpable.
Did I ever make you waffles?
Still, your absence at this moment
overwhelms me,
and I fill the emptiness
with tears.
Sienna dreams April 11, 2016
I dream sienna
Sunsets drippppppping
Onto rocks
Carving red rivers
That slice down
…………….down
…………….down
…………….down
…………….down
Like blood bathed tears
Slice flesh.
It is a Grand Canyon of pain
River winding edge to edge
Touching grief upon grief
From the top
Black trees silhouette
Against a flaming sky
scorched earth burning
in the beauty of pain.
poem-drip August 29, 2015
The little tears
that come unexpectedly
swell memories of you
into my throat and
make my eyes drip with a wish
to kiss you once more.
.
.
(just framed and hung my favourite photo of Dad and me- where I’m kissing him at my wedding)
poem- night music August 25, 2014
I was the lone
talentless one
in a room of musicians.
As each took his place,
at his instrument
I turned on the cassette
recorder, determined
to capture the moment.
I collapsed onto
the couch, in
blurry eyed reverie
as the music tangled
in my brain, filled the
basement, bounced
off the ceiling tiles.
The pianist glanced
into my starry eyes
and grinned.
The others teased
between their strings,
but words fell away
in the fog of my euphoria.
His lips curled upwards
on one side
as his eyes twinkled at mine.
When he packed to go
I rewound the tape.
I heard the
mangled mess of a
damaged tape.
Devastated, I
blinked through
tearful eyes.
Everyone laughed,
but he draped an
arm around my shoulders
and guided me up the stairs.
As his ride arrived
he whispered,
“Don’t worry.
I’ll make you
more music.”
And
he
did.
.
.
.
(Is it any wonder I wrote a book about this? lol Tonight, I had a flashback. Thought I’d share.)
Shawn L. Bird 