For all of you who have a "big sister," you know that a lot of times their requests are hard to refuse. Part of that refusal comes from a certain sentimentality - and, maybe, just maybe, part of it comes from the memories of beatings past. Even with 1,800 miles between us, there are still those memories of a long-ago childhood when big sister enforced the familial hierarchy.
My own big sister recently asked me to share these 2 short bits of poetry with you all. I truly hope that you enjoy them and that they stir a thought or two within you.
Many thanks - hope you all are well.
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Playback: My Voice in Five Haikus
Pauses like the space
Between the claps of thunder
Distant thunder sounds.
Quiet as snowfall
Filling empty spaces with
Flakes that pile up high.
Crisp as the air of
The first frost where breath is steam
As the words fall out.
Soft as a spring rain
Splashing in puddles on roads
Tapping on windows.
Clear as ringing out
Voices of the young children
See you tomorrow.
Graveyard Secrets
Inside
these graves
Although
they’re dead
Secrets
make waves
It’s often
said.
I have heard
cries
From the
living
The long
goodbyes
The
forgiving.
Confessions
made
Of secrets
kept.
People who
stayed
And those
who wept.
Insides
these graves
Tossing,
turning
Moments
are snatched
Lighting yearning.
And then
it ends.
The
mourners go.
The graves
pretend
Nothing to
know.
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