The first Daffodil
Opens
Presents its fluted face
To morning’s sun
Still
March’s wind sends
Shivers
Through Rhododendron’s
Waxy leaves
Flipping some
Upside down
The first Daffodil
Opens
Presents its fluted face
To morning’s sun
Still
March’s wind sends
Shivers
Through Rhododendron’s
Waxy leaves
Flipping some
Upside down
Children’s voices in the alley
Tag your it
Throw it to me
Echoes of laughter everywhere.
Come in big Barbara
Little Barbara come home
Women leaning out of windows
Echoes of mothers voices calling.
Parades down Eastern Parkway
Marching bands heard
People dancing during celebrations
Echoes of steps in unison on pavement.
My neighborhood was Crown Heights
Greetings from those walking to stores
Ebbets Field not too far from home
Echoes of crowds cheering on clear days.
My Dad’s voice singing songs
Reciting children’s rhymes
His words of encouragement always
Echoes of “I love you forever”.
Brooklyn’s echoes are with me always
Bringing smiles and laughter
Fond memories to my heart
And warmth to my soul.
The was an old lady named Rose,
Who made an unusual pose,
She fell on the floor,
Crashed into a door,
And the truth was she stepped on her nose.
Three bunnies cavorting in the play yard
Flip turns they do in air
Two woodchucks nibble nearby
Stopping now and again to look
A big crow flies in, stalks close
Enough to interrupt there dinner hour
Each chooses his favorite morsel
And goes his merry way
For sure they will all return another day.
I watch, trying not to miss a move
To spy upon their dinning
To take of note of their menu
They do not leave me a tip
For God has spread their table.
Midnight Isolation
I’m a girl.
I look at boys with eyes of passion,
they, back with a prideful smirk.
I want a brush of their touch and
submerge my pain into their arms.
What a warmth he would bring to my life.
When I glance at him, I see a facade:
6 ‘5, brown eyes, brown fluffy hair, skinny, cross around his neck.
Knowing so much yet nothing from a stranger’s sight.
Wishing to know,
what his insides look like
divergent from the external.
His beauty deceives.
Trips my eyes to look where I should not,
the places I have gotten lost before,
and still have not recovered the pieces of my lost, broken soul.
The darkness of the night camouflages my love for him.
He, lost in motion,
I, found.
My lovely distant distraction,
glances at the ticking clock.
Is he waiting for me?
Ten feet from me, but I know his cologne,
*Versace Eros.
Missing my chaos while focusing on my glimmering sun.
Planning the perfect interaction,
never having the courage to speak.
My mouth wants to kiss, but my mind is overwhelmed by his sight.
I freeze looking at him.
body function is none.
My pulse increases, my head starts to spin.
I could pause life for him.
Is he just in my mind?
Glitches of reality and my fantasy start to synchronize,
I can’t tell the difference.
What a joke am I.
I lose control over my body,
sweating and
trembling
as he walks towards me.
“Is he ignoring me?”
He gets closer to me as the train approaches the station.
“The midnight train,”
the last one for the night.
My train.
He gets on.
I watch the doors close with him behind,
I, left alone in the station
dreaming of his touch.
What was his name?
A huge graying woodchuck owns my hill. He peeks out from blackberry thorns—eyes the play yard up and down. Then, casually waddles out. His fat loose skin waving over his short legs. Spying a tender dandelion he munches its leaves until he spies others he thinks more tender—thus he proceeds up my hill stopping innumerable times to take stock of what’s around. Making sure he’s in full ownership of his territory. Should he even get a glimpse of my shadow in the window he streaks for cover.
Then guess what—I saw him yesterday sitting up under my apple tree—a small green delicious apple in his two front paws. Nibbling away. It must not have been tasty because he did not eat much. Off he ran to his woodchuck hole. Me being very curious went out to check his tooth marks in the apple. Hope he doesn’t get a tummy ache-I surely would.
So much to do, so much to see
I want to choose the thing that’s right for me.
I want to be happy and make myself proud,
but I fear I will be letting them all down.
Will I rise above and soar to great heights,
or will I plummet and fall, leaving me affright?
I wish it all would become so clear,
so I can take a risk; a chance without any fears.
Yet still I do not know what the future holds,
Truthfully I won’t know until it all unfolds.
There are so many things to choose from, that I know for sure,
But choose the wrong thing, and experience a never ending loop with no cure.
I hope to prosper and choose the right path,
so I won’t have to be stuck, living a life of tragic aftermath.
So much to do, so much to see
I want to choose the thing that’s right for me.
Though it’s clear I won’t know any sooner,
I want to just live a happy life with a very bright future.
My gait has changed
My hair has too
Sometimes I find it hard to chew
I do not know the things I knew
but I can add a thing or two
I’m still a loving friend to you!
“My Home”
My home is familiar and cozy. The warm feeling of it makes me feel relaxed like laying in the beach in the Summer.
My home has a beautiful backyard with bright, green grass and tall, healthy trees. It’s my favorite place to play with my dogs.
My favorite part of my home is the living room. It’s so comfy that it feels like it’s calling my name. The room is so big I can even play soccer in it.
My home is a safe and warm place where my parents, sister, and dogs live too. It would not feel like home without them.
Candies pocketed,
old chocolates melted flat,
now like dry mud scales,
the sweetness cold and gone.
Does the thrill of remembrance
satisfy like creamy satiation,
or disappear in the tasting,
deflated by swift gluttony?
Oh, have just one old piece.
Reawaken the craving in you,
Yearn and satiate fully clear.
Surprise! Taste again.