Too Much to Let Go of …. #grief #poetry #photography

sun behind clouds

runs through my fingertips

furrows formed by tears

so much run-off in my heart

though preparing these many years

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how can one prepare

for a loved one’s life to pass?

one my knees I’ve daily prayed

memories to hold me fast

*

to the pier of grief I’m moored

against me the waves crash

bulwark waterlogged

to hope my sinews lashed

*

“steer straight” I hear the call

a lighthouse  is ahead

drift not into death’s shoals

peer through the cloud of dread

 

Tribute to a Smile #poetry #photography #smiles

If only I could cast away the pain

with a word

or a phrase

 holding back the rain

with a red umbrella

If only I could lie here

surrounded by down pillows

candlelight glow

 catching every tear

in a crystal bottle

If only we could dance before the moon

white cascade

billowing at our feet

snowflakes in silver spoon

reflecting smiles

If only I could scatter like confetti

rain, tears, snow

like laughter it would go

starlight always ready

into a joyful world

My youngest is a child no longer. Happy Birthday H!!!!

The little red shovel #philippines #poetry #dpchallenge

child's hand

Red plastic shovel

held moments ago

favorite blue cap

on your sunshine face

crooked it sat

I am washed away

claimed by sorrow

you pulled

by the riptides of life

Both driven 

toward fate’s tomorrow

you toward the sea 

I toward the land

and I face the dawn

alone

embraced by the sand

Uncountable are the buckets of tears that have been shed by mothers who have lost their children. The mothers in the Philippines too well embrace sorrow as a well-known unwelcome friend.

This poem in its simplicity is another tear to add to the buckets…

Reality check: This post is a reflection that I am sharing with the  wordpress dpchallenge prompt  Frightening.  I was inspired to write this poem for the children lost in the claws of disaster in the Philippines after I saw the pieces of a child that were being picked up by police on a busy street corner.   They included a child’s red shovel and a little blue cap.  Tears poured from my eyes and I could only hope those things fell from a vehicle not from the arms of a child.

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The Embrace #haiku #photography

Embrassez moi

sous la pluie

ne jamais cesser

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never stop

holding me with your heart

catch love’s tears

*

catch love’s tears

save them in a bottle

for a sunny day

Le_Baiser_de_lHotel_de_Ville ~ Robert Doisneau

The prompt for today’s Carpe Diem is “Embrace.” There are many forms of that gesture I was in a romantic mood so my haiku cascade starts with a French Kiss!!!

Photography: “Rainy Tears” © L. Moon 2013

The famous embrace ” Le_Baiser_de_lHotel_de_Ville” by celebrated French photographer Robert Dosineau

Traversing Autumn’s Path #poetry #photography #loss

Her hands clasped to mine

we walked along autumn’s path

crunching beneath our feet

the remnants of yesterday’s glory

she picked up a leaf

what I thought was dew was a tear

“why do you cry, my love?”

my eyes thoughtful

“life is perishing beneath our feet

we are crushing aged spring

we walk the burial ground of the seasons”

“press this amber leaf against your heart

feel its resonating warmth

hear him tell you his story

let it be a reminder of the past

then welcome the new season

a time for ends and reflection

reach your hands to grasp the snowflakes

purity falls over barren trees

and spring returns to remind us

of that which we have lost

and of that which we might gain”

“another year of this loss?”

I saw her eyes pool

“I don’t think I can bare it”

“but another year of promise as well

life, love and new beginnings

those too will grow in the coming year

one day we will look back

the skeletons beneath our feet

will not sound like death with each step

I will once again look up

and see life blossoming in your eyes”

This week marks the second anniversary of the death of a child in our neighborhood  who was tragically swept away by a flash flood The lights represent candles and sentiments that lined the family’s driveway last year. Blue ribbons hang, year round, on our trees, sign posts and mailboxes in memory of this loss..

Memorable in Love #poetry #photography

Calling  in the heat of passion

as the moon and stars collide

saying it over and over

it wasn’t my name he cried

intent on our l’amour

a height that I can render

baby, baby, baby

the only name he could remember

thrusting forth in slumber

he writhes and then he screams

I waken to the noise

he needs me not it seems

alone – covers and I

“was there ever love?” I wondered

too many tears to cry

our vows were tossed asunder

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Photograph: “Just a Sip” © L. Moon 2013