She is a living record of what can’t be found in history books. Not even the most skilled artist can capture the layers of life that she wears on her face like armor. Each crease, sculpted by the love for her children. No nip and tuck to help erase the bitter winters that pierced through … Continue reading »
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System Failure (4/30)
I remember azzure blue simplicities before impressions and tones and presences were overlaid by memories. Memories of innocence, of loved ones of high school graduations that will never take place. Scattered remnants of those tentative first life impressions that no longer exist. The morning paper reports realities of murdered children who wore hoodies and craved skittles and … Continue reading »
She Is History (3/30)
She is a living record of what can’t be found in history books Diluted sheets can never capture the layers of life that she wears on her face like armor. Each crease, sculpted by the love for her children. No nip and tuck to help erase the bitter winters that pierced through her skin like daggers or … Continue reading »
Haikus (2/30)
Shattered dreams always drown in pools of potential once full of promise. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Blood lines are all that remain as reminders of life taken too soon. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Nightly visits, he gently nudges on my door begging me to let him in. ~a Haiku poem is a Japanese poem with the first verse with 5 … Continue reading »
Acrostic: AVARIE (1/30)
A lifetime half lived, spent wondering if I am worthy to be blessed with the Valuable gift of your precious life. Almost eleven years in the making because some things just can’t be Rushed, knowing that in this time and in this place you were made for me I will cherish my new title, in gratitude, … Continue reading »
