Friday, March 15, 2019

My Journals

Creatiting  in my journals is one of my favorite things to do. The  poem that I wrote describes what I love to do inside the pages of my journals.  I also had some fun playing  with alliteration.


My Journals

Journal pages
beckon with their blankness
waiting to hold what is dear
Pens
Pregnant with possibilities
Markers
meander with memories
Paints
call to my creativity
Glue
gathers scraps from life
Tape
collages delicate clippings
Journal pages
filled with treasures
now hold what is dear.



Today the Poetry Friday Roundup is being hosted by Heidi at My Juicy Little Universe.  Be sure to stop by for lots more poetry love!

Thursday, March 7, 2019

An Unwanted Goodbye

Today over at Reading to the Core, the Poetry Friday round up is happening, as well the celebration of International Women's Day.

The poem that I've written and am sharing today has been rattling around in my head and bubbling up in my journals for some time now. Once again I'm taking a bold step in sharing it. But I feel I need to share it with the world.



An Unwanted Goodbye

two years have gone by
Since you told us
You were sick.
It seemed a death sentence
Doctors tried their best
To offer solutions.
You tried your best
You fought so hard . . .
You didn't want to give up
You fought so hard
You had your pride
It was so difficult
for you to show defeat
but the time came
You continued  to fight
to hold on
You wanted to stay for us
You worried about us
You held on tight
You loved us so
You continued to fight
but your body couldn't fight anymore
You were in there
Trapped by sickness
a disease that held you captive
We knew  you were in there
Unable to speak
Unable to share
Unable to move
Your eyes said it all
We knew you were there
Fighting --
until the battle was lost
We prayed together
Held your hands
It was ok . . .
to let it all go
We told you so
You heard that last prayer
You felt our loving touch
We held your hands
You heard the call
He was waiting for you
It was time to go
You knew it was so
You took your last breath
You fought a good fight. . .
The ultimate of wars.
We are proud of you
We love you so
It was heart wrenching
to let you go. . .
We had no choice
Now we hold you
in our hearts, my dear
We will always love you . . .
and miss you so . . .

Friday, March 1, 2019

Rebuilding



Today I'm sharing a poem that I finally wrote. It's been rattling around in my head for some time. Watching kids sssenble a puzzle that had a piece missing and looking at a single word that I had scribbled on a sticky note, led to this poem.

Rebuilding

Pieces scattered
on the floor
It takes time.
to gather them
I try to fit them
as they once were
But they won't fit
as they did before
I try
and try again
fitting pieces
together -
differently this time
but it works
The landscape
is the same
yet different
A piece is missing
gone forever. . .
But still
I was able to
Rebuild.

Head on over to the Poetry Friday Celebration that is being hosted at Teacher Dance.