See the single drop,
So pure and sparkling bright:
Essence of sunlight
Mother’s Day
It’s sending a note on a busy week
Whether an email, a text, or a card.
It’s dropping by for a hug and a kiss
Especially when the drive seems too far.
It’s calling after the long drive home
Too keep her from worrying all night.
It’s time and thought and taking the time –
Make more than her Mother’s Day bright.
Ever Falling
Images fill the cyber sky,
Mad logics, worse than Wonderland,
Parting the real world with
Offensive slurs and storms:
Too many to count, and somehow
Even with so many resisting,
Nothing seems to change – all
Caught like a waterfall that is
Ever falling and ever held back.
A Night’s Living Dark
The weight of the sky
Rushes to the ground
In a soothing, smothering
White noise of sound.
It beats like a heartbeat.
It burns like a thought.
A sky filled with light
In a night’s living dark.
Entrancing, relaxing,
Frightening, compelling –
It calls to the soul
With each beat, with each flash:
A cavalcade of conflicts –
The calm and the crash.
Old Ears
From a worn chair in a dim, dusty room,
Old ears listen for a familiar tread:
The fast, heavy clicks of heels,
Focused and fast in a no-nonsense drive
From home to work and back again.
But, no. A breath. That tread was from then.
Tired eyes close. Then wait for the beat,
The pitter-patter of dainty feet that
Jump and flutter down the stairs
To head to school or outside to play.
No. Those feet grew. They moved away.
A sigh. A breath. A weary shake.
And the head turns for a slower step,
Careful and reliable in sturdy shoes,
Always there, each year, each hour and day.
And so in the silence the old ears stay.
Elements of Everyone
A hundred subtle vowel and
Consonant changes – inflections that
Challenge the ear of strangers with
Elements of everyone you know:
Nanoscale bits of people absorbed
Through life and reflected back.
Happy May Day
Can you hear the giggles?
Hear the pattering feet
Fading off down the street
As the door opens wide,
With no one to see.
But a bouquet of flowers
Sits neat on the stoop
Store-bought in a vase or
Hand-picked in a jar –
A gift from a neighbor,
A relative, or a friend:
A deep, thoughtful gift,
Or a traditional way
To say, “Thank you,” “I love you,”
And “Happy May Day!”
Update on Novel Posting Schedule(s)
For those of you waiting for new novel posts, sorry! I am hoping to add to at least one of them tonight. Until then, here is an update on the novel posting schedule(s).
I hate to say it, but novel posts are going to have to reduce to one a month. Between my main job and starting a realty business, I simply can’t put the time and thought into them on a weekly or biweekly basis that is needed to keep the quality up. And if I rush them, my plotting is likely to go all to Hades and leave me in a real pickle for later updates.
If/when my schedule opens up again, I will revisit this. Until then, expect novel updates once a month. Thank you for your patience, and, as always, thanks for reading!
-Em
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