The House She Lives In.
His love waned like the moon.
Actions don’t align with your words.
Words spoken can become your house.
Your house is key to happiness.
His love made her feel ugly.
Ugly becomes all she sees until..
Until the soul becomes depressed, weary.
Depressed from withholding love, suppressing love.
No touch. No kiss. Nothing. Loneliness.
Nothing but verbal sparring. False faces.
False words. I’m wrong. You’re wrong.
You don’t come to bed, anymore.
© 2017 LC
I experimented a little with this one. Tried to keep it to six words a sentence and recycled some of the words to the next sentence though not with the first and last sentence.
Our First Beach Trip.
© LC 2017
Never Shall I Forget my first
family beach trip that June in the
back of Dad’s Red and black Ford. I had
just finished first grade.
Never Shall I forget falling asleep with
grape Hubba-Bubba in my hair. Mom had
to cut the sticky, stringy mess from my head.
Never shall I forget the love I felt radiating
from both of my parents and the immense amount
of excitement and happiness we all felt going on
our first vacation together!
Never shall I forget the damaging winds, the swaying
trees, the flashing lightning, and booming thunder.
My Dad was invincible, as he was my hero, and wasn’t afraid.
Never shall I forget watching in fear the way he ran into KFC to
grab dinner. He did not fear any storm for he was a proud Navy-man.
Never shall I forget sitting there listening to the rhythm of the
windshield wipers thinking he was gone too long. Listening to
the rain fall hard on the glass. The raindrops race to streak down
the windows. In the glass, I saw a blurry form who was my Dad!
Never shall I fear going anywhere with my Dad. He is not afraid
to be in strange places with people he has never met and never afraid
to make a friend or two.
Never will I forget these things as long as I live. (As little did I know this would be our only family vacation.)
This is my first shot at a “Never Shall I Poem.” Not sure how great I did, but I’ll keep practicing on occasion.
“Poetry is eternal graffiti written in the heart of everyone.” – Lawrence Ferlinghetti
Love this quote. It’s breathtaking to think something such as your words to another would leave such an everlasting mark on their heart. I like to think once you read a poem part of it is stuck on your heart forever, and stays within you. Kinda the same.
Mistress of Disaster.
© 2017 LC
We are the masters
of our own disasters–
so I am to blame.
I walk on eggshells.
When you are angry. Shh.
Again. It’s my fault.
I lay in the dark
hoping it swallows me whole.
Than have to face you.
I wonder what I
have done to make myself
One day I will be
stronger. My soul will whisper–
“It’s time to move on.”
© 2017 LC
I hate arguments.
The way I’m always wrong.
How you raise your voice.
I do everything.
I am Super-“You-Name-It.”
You say it’s My “Job” —
because you work “all day.”
So you are a slob?
You have no respect.
I am human. I get tired.
Wouldn’t you? Trade me.
The kids. My mom. Bills.
School. Laundry. The house. Tired yet?
You wouldn’t last here.
We are so different.
I love my family. You don’t.
You hate visiting.
You are on your cell —
if you go. But that is you.
“Winding-down” is it?
I love spending time
with my kids. You become bored.
Shhh! You fell asleep!
Eleven years now.
We don’t cuddle, hug, kiss– touch.
Sleep in the same room–
And you try– now. You
want to make it work. Like the
times before– But it
never lasts. We are
damaged from the inside. Your
words.. they hurt. Broken.
How do you not see?
© LC 2017