This heaven that she found
is the bush her father planted.
It carries fruit, raspberries
that will rot before they ripe.
She loves them even with the insects
living in there, as this is her childhood,
how it should be memorized.
She learns her history by heart,
in children’s songs and kittens play,
a swing and siblings running,
laughing through a Summer garden,
of a big and friendly house,
and never there is rain,
and never darkness.
She picks the memories to guide her
further down the road back home.
Archive for November, 2011
This heaven that she found
Not sure how this day will end she stands
giving water to the plants
that might survive the winter.
Her grandchild will be born today.
Though quiet is the room,
the clock is ticking louder now.
Geraniums are still in bloom.
The waiting occupies her mind,
making coffee keeps her busy.
A grandchild will be born today,
the coffee’s getting cold,
the clock ticks louder
so she covers both her ears.
And then there is that call.
She takes a breath of air,
a prayer of some sort is said
before she answers. “Yes?”
Then evening comes and you are still the same
a silhouet behind a window glass.
Today nobody here mentioned your name
and in the dark your face is mirrored blank.
The night is still to come and makes no change,
there’s nothing moving in the quiet house.
The bed, so useless to the mind, feels strange
with damp and bigger than a bed should be.
The sound the gas makes and keeps you awake,
while comfort of her scent has left you now,
it is the hissing laughter of the snake,
and morning never comes for your relieve.
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The journey is over, the suitcases, unpacked,
are collecting dust again in the attic.
We know more now, we saw and learned.
But here at home, the house has changed.
The rooms are smaller and the light is different.
The cat has gone, maybe forever, and the neighbour’s dead.
And every piece of furniture hates us
for being left alone. The plants won’t give us their generous
blossoms. Every machine is reluctant to work.
Neglected homes take revenge
when you want to make a picture album
of your holiday. They call you traitor in every corner of the photo.
Val’s challenge On Val’s wonderful blog I found a challenge. I wrote a poem to go with this painting and I hope it turned out alright.
sometimes I see you in a morning cloud
a friendly face for just a second
then floating on in horror scenes
and never staying long to be the same
making me wish I could be there
along with you, move on in air and light
at times you pop up in a flower bed
between the colours I can’t name
you are in rivers when the sun is setting
across the water in some pink and red
where I see you drifting on
past memories and sweet forevers
I suppose it is not me
whom you are searching
in clouds and flowers
in singing birds and leafless trees
or in colours drifting to the sea
I see you anyway
in all that nature shows me.
There were no answers in the lake,
the water was too deep to take
a look of what is down there.
The silence though seemed well aware
of strings and grabbing boney hands;
all evil memories of you.
Under the surface then appeared
your cold and cruel eye to have
a stare of great contempt at me.
I took a branch to hit the eye,
it drowned, a wild and open scare,
in circles of the troubled water.
I turned away and said it all goodbye.