17 Monday Apr 2023
Your sun is setting
Slowly lowering over the horizon
Entering the peaceful night
Where you will live eternally
A twinkling star on a black velvet canvas.
My heart is breaking
During this twilight transformation
Unable to stop the sky from dimming
Surrender begets transition
The night sky brings me comfort.
(c) 2023 SeptemberMom.com
29 Saturday Jul 2017
I watch her closely.
Sadness engulfs her.
Her eyes glassy, her mind twisted, her heart breaking.
I offer a shoulder.
She turns away.
What do I know?
I’m old. I don’t understand. I’m mom.
What she doesn’t know is I’ve been there.
Watching her, I’m 16 again…, 32 again…, 40 again.
My heart breaking…
Over and over.
I want her to experience love.
The safety and sheltering from protective arms.
Feeling the depth of a soul through a gaze.
The euphoria of breathing life from another.
But I so want her heart protected from what she doesn’t know.
And she’s learning on her own.
It kills me to see her this way.
It kills me to relive the emotions I see in her.
She doesn’t know.
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27 Sunday Oct 2013
What happens when all goes quiet?
Those left behind find comfort
From thoughts of loved ones
Free from earthly shackles
In an undisturbed existence of tranquility
Bathed in light.
Ethereal images calm fears
And allow us to feel
We’re still loving the silent ones.
But when all goes quiet
Those left behind
Feel no freedom from the abandonment.
Memories scream unexpectedly
Jolting us back to reality.
There’s no harmony in the aftermath
No peace in the darkness
No light at daybreak.
Just unrequited love for the silent ones.
I thought I saw you today
While leaving the gym.
A woman sitting on the stairs
Had thick silver hair like yours.
From the back she looked just like you.
I had to remind myself you were gone
Then told myself you came to say goodbye.
© SeptemberMom 2013
25 Friday Oct 2013
Sometimes when I sleep, you cry.
It could be two, or three am
But when the night chases you, I’m there
Answering your outburst
Arms pulling you close
Surrounding you with love
And security.
Each time I’m amazed at my ability
To chase the night that chases you.
Sometimes I don’t fall back asleep
And watching your peaceful slumber I wonder
How it would feel to know arms that calm my soul
Allowing me to sleep, in a protected peace.
And I lay there in the dark,
Grateful, but amazed
That I can provide what I don’t have.
So ironic, the twist of events.
Sometimes when you sleep, I cry.
© 2013 SeptemberMom.com
24 Saturday Aug 2013
Posted in Life, Love, Poetry, Uncategorized
You play our children with cruel intent
Using them
As soldiers
In your one-sided war.
Knowing I feel nothing for you
You strategically outfit
Your young warriors
With IEDs
Designed to capture my attention
The only way you can
By deforming those I love
The casualties of your relentless war.
The explosives leave them scared
Cripple their innocence
Crush their dreams
And damage their perceptions.
How selfish of you
To deny them their childhood
As you engage them in combat
Your brutal onslaught of narcissistic maneuvers.
The children are upset that you started smoking again.
I think to myself, have another pack.
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24 Saturday Aug 2013
There’s an evergreen silk shirt in my closet.
Even if I could still fit beneath its soft flowing cover
It’s missing a button.
There’s an evergreen silk shirt in my closet
The one I wore when we first met.
The green suede shoes and cream suit are long gone.
But there’s an evergreen silk shirt in my closet
The one I wore on our first date.
The jeans no longer fit
And I’m not quite sure what happened to my green leather huaraches.
There’s an evergreen silk shirt in my closet.
The one you tore from my shoulders
While framed by flickering lights of the valley through a wall of windows
As Caruso filled the air.
There’s an evergreen silk shirt in my closet
And a lone silk button in my sewing kit
That I can’t bring myself to reunite.
Because there’s an evergreen silk shirt in my closet
And every now and then when my fingers graze over its soft shoulder
I remember.
© 2013 Septembermom.com
22 Thursday Aug 2013
Posted in Life, Love, Poetry, Uncategorized
Above clusters of illumination
He glides effortlessly
Below a blanket of diamonds on black velvet.
In the solitude he is tugged
Between creature comforts below
And cosmic beauty above.
Alone with his thoughts he struggles
Between what he can hold
And what he can’t grasp.
But for the moment
He is free.
(C) 2013
19 Monday Aug 2013
It’s time to move on
She wrote.
He clicks, ‘Keep as New’
Not wanting to let go
And keeps returning to the page
As if to hold her back.
Bittersweet
Her voice echoes in his mind
It’s time to move on.
It’s time to move on
He knows.
Yet he knows not where
Or why she took their future with her.
Moonlight taunts him
Granting him no solace.
He can’t escape the volume
Of unanswered questions
In the silence before dawn.
It’s time to move on
He tries.
But there’s no reprise of
The scent of her skin
The depth of her breathing
The feel of her hair
Swaying across his face
While chasing memories
From flowing sheets.
It’s time to move on
He thinks.
Finding no refuge in another’s arms
No pleasure in the moment
No calm in those that follow.
Emptiness burrows deeper
Filling a void he can’t replace.
He leaves
Realizing, it’s time to move on.
© 2013
17 Saturday Aug 2013
Tags
chryssiavgi, deceit, lies, love, narcissist, phony
You lie in wait curled up in your bamboo prison
Awakened by rays of the golden dawn.
Enthralled by the music you can’t resist the show
And rise to the occasion, swaying to the melodies.
With incredible agility you cautiously slither
Charming and disarming your prey.
Venomous words carefully chosen
To evade, deceive and distract.
A façade of grace is impeccably maintained
Placing you beyond reproach
As you hide behind words that cross your forked tongue
Withholding those that could puncture your thin veil.
Ironic, the disdain you hold for the creature you are.
Pathetic, your inability to see the likeness.
(c) 2013
04 Sunday Aug 2013
I wonder
What’s going on in your car?
As I sit at a light
Waiting for red to turn green
Spare moments reflecting on the evening
Our lips touching
Bodies close
On a New York street
Shaded from the streetlight
By an old oak in chilly darkness.
I wonder
What’s going on in your car?
As I struggle with our intimate encounter
Wandering through scenarios
Losing you totally
Taking you totally
The right, the wrong, the desire, the passion.
The transformation from innocent chatter
To a wanton embrace
Blurring boundaries and reality.
And as we head in different directions
On different highways
To different lives
I wonder
What’s going on in your car?
© 1995
September Mom 