You rest in a small pine box
In the back of your garage
Frayed fingertips
Soiled grassy green
And earth-stained brown
During spring renewal
Remnants of your work
Continue to thrive
In your small patch of earth
Your living legacy
You served us well
May you dig your slumber
Check out this other poem about my parents.
I often write poems for competitions on AllPoetry. I look for challenges that will stretch me beyond my comfort levels and expand my skills. We Surrendered to a Dummygogue was written for the first challenge and later submitted for the second one. Challenge 1: Use portmanteau words to tell a story.Challenge 2: Write a biting poem critical…
Every day’s a holidayIn unexpected ways, It’s not about the parties, Despite what some may say. Every day’s a holiday, In moments that we share, Sharing laughter, Sharing tears, Knowing someone who cares. Every day’s a holiday, In snowstorms And in the rain, Warming acts of kindness That ease the piercing pain. Every day’s a…
Talk politics, walkside by side, why can’t weshare a vision? Constantlybickering, stoking firesand division. And we weep,and we wail.Gnash our teethto angry wordsechoing in chambers. Can we not stop, pause,reflect how our wordshurt our own cause?Seek to heal, do no harmwhile listening to others. Yet we weep,and we wail,gnash our teethto angry wordsechoing in chambers….
I was oncea saturated spongesitting and souringin a stagnant pool. You becamemy healing gripwringing and rinsingout my rot. The sun wasmy cleansing cureentreating and ignitingmy flame.
Don’tcall mehoney, sweetie,buddy, bossbig guy, dude,slugger, champscooter, chief,captain, sporttiger, partner,daddy, dudeIf youcan’t botherto learnmy nameDon’t call meanything The Power of What’s Not Said This poem was written with restraint from the beginning. I didn’t want to explain everything or weigh it down with emotion. I wanted the silence to do some of the speaking. The…
thank youto the accidentalallies who stand by our sidewhen the familiarnames split who hear silent crieswhile the favoredfriends quarrel who shelter stray spiritsafter the formalfamily evict us thank you