- My Little Bluebird (new, January 2024)
- She Won’t Be Back Again (new, August 2023)
- My First Poem
- Promising Spring
My First Poem
I was not a good student in high school. I’ve learned many potential reasons over the years, but that’s not the point here. Mrs. Yelick finally got me to read; I think it was The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck. Mrs. McCome tasked me to create my first poem. Handing her a draft, she challenged me to find some alternative adjectives and nouns to embellish it. This is the result. I’m writing now from memory. I have no other written copy of this work.
Pale petals abound Appearing to be the pancea For any common ailment Beginning buds announce At the hastening of day The inception of all creation Stems strong and sturdy Coming from the earth Like the backbone of all life And the rain And the sun And the ground around the flower The struggle for life becoming the establishment Of a tall, sturdy tower But no rain And no sun And no ground around the flower The struggle for life has ended In a bittersweet lifespan
Promising Spring
Flitting Birds Branches Rustling Sweetly Singing Towering Trees Skyward Reaching Gently Swaying Flowers Panning Pedals Unfolding To Heaven Praying Greens and Blues A Sunny Day Gone The Gray At Least Today
She Won’t Be Back Again
From dreamless sleep I waken But the nightmare continues She won't be back again The sun is shining The breeze is blowing But the nightmare continues She won't be back again I see her in her children Grandchildren carry on And the nightmare continues She won't be back again Talking to an empty room The pain of her absence lingers And the nightmare continues She won't be back again Looking at pictures of her She smiling back at me But the nightmare continues She won't be back again Laying down to slumber Dim the lights, mute the sound Dreamless sleep a solace In the morning the nightmare resumes She will never be back again
My Little Bluebird
Born of a Cardinal and a stone She never wanted to be alone Much too soon she flew away The world will never be the same She was my little Bluebird My little Bluebird You flew away Could you not stay for another day With broken wing and a heart of gold We never had the chance to grow old A lovely bird kept my feet on the ground Her arms around me, so comfortably bound As one together, yet free to be Our love of each other let us see She was my little Bluebird My little Bluebird you flew away Could you not stay for another day With broken wing and a heart of gold We never had the chance to grow old Now you live on in my heart and mind A new life I now must find Without you I feel so alone But for you I will make it on my own You are my little Bluebird My little Bluebird You flew away Could you not stay for another day With broken wing and a heart of gold We never had the chance to grow old You gave my life meaning Yet we didn’t understand Why you were losing yours Why am I keeping mine? I go on for you my little Bluebird My little Bluebird You flew away Could you not stay for another day With broken wing and a heart of gold We never had the chance to grow old (c)