Lies

Lies her father told 
Fested within her

They formed a filter
Bluring her vision
They grew skin tags
Choking her breathing
They wrapped calluses
Around her heart

She saw the world
In distortion
She was suffocated
From lack of truth
Her heart was hardened
Inner vows took root

He father told lies
To her innocent little girl
Now she is imprisoned
Under his everlasting curse
She is plotting to destroy him
Before he does

Yellow

My poem Yellow earned an honourable mention in Gabriela’s poetry contest. Original post Here

Beneath the golden wattle
We meet again to read poetry
The spring wind pays us a visit
I pick yellow out of your tawny locks
and brush them off your lips with a kiss
Your freckles bloom like pansies

This poem is inspired by Gabriela Marie Milton’s poem titled ‘Yellow’
in her latest published “Woman: Splendor and Sorrow”.
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Vigil

I shut the door
from condolences 
and keep the night 
between us

Intimate air is
what I long to share
with you
at your last stop 
to paradise 

You are all washed 
and cleaned
I slip on 
your favourite kimono
the one embroidered 
with superb starlings
and stain my lips
in cherry red

It is so peaceful
and quiet
I hear every crackle
of the fire
and the candle cries
all my tears 
to give you light

My last love note 
to you
is written in Shuji 
on royal blue Ryoshi
and is sealed
with a cherry kiss

My love
I send you
ahead of me
on your way
to our sweet home

This transient place
this moment
we share tonight
will be surrendered 
to God in the morning

My name will be erased 
from your heart
and yours will be hung
with the blue silk tie 
around my neck

Writer’s notes: This piece of writing is inspired by a ghost story I read in a Japanese literature, source unknown.

Co-parenting

We pray for our children 
And God sends rain to
Wash away the filth from our lips
Soften our stony heart
Give us a spring
to feed goodness to our little ones

Loving our children is primal
Loving them right is a miracle

We pray for ourselves
Be kind
Be loving
But most of all
Be grateful
For we don't raise our children alone
God has a plan for us and our littl ones

Children are gifts from God
And we are blessed to have them



Words

Writing with others are both inspiring and fun. I hope you enjoy this collaboration between me and Bree. Reading Bree’s work is like walking into her garden in every season.  Secret Thoughts Within

An exhausted heart,
asking no more for rain
A shameful shadow
deserving no reprieve from disdain

A drip,
running down from the heavens to my soul
A refreshment,
replenishing the drought within me

A book,
doing just that to rescue me
A story,
unfolding before my eyes
making my heart sing again