Category: Poems & such


Saddness

blank

empty

where to start

no words

sorrow

saddness

anger

fear

one step closer

closer to marshal law

saddness

lives lost

lives torn apart

anger

history repeating

Oklahoma

Columbine

New York City

Aurora

Sandy Hook

many more

now

Boston

tears

sobs

sorrow

no words

heart torn

wounded

grief

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Whispers

whispers on the wind

clouds travel

sunlight is dimmed

air chills

whispers on the wind

fall is at hand

leaves turn and drift

whispers on the wind

rakes perch near doors

coats come out of closets

the rain will be here soon

whispers on the wind

the ground and rivers hold the water

the leaves turn to dirt

the land nourishes itself

the land rests

whispers on the wind

spring will come again

~ © Melinda Dawn Garren

Thorn’s

from the front yard

Thorn’s

How like a rose bush

is each person

They are prickly, hard

if approached wrong they will hurt you with barb’s

When shown love and tender care

When pruned just right while allowing wild growth

the buds appear

When given sun and water

When not pruned to soon

each bud will blossom

Each blossom is unique, fragrant, beautiful

in time each blossom fades and wilts

With tender care wilted blooms are pruned

fall and winter mark times of rest

spring brings renewal and fresh growth

care, love, sun, water …. new buds, new blooms

……… again the cycle repeats

until that most harsh and final winter comes

~ © Melinda D. Garren April 17th, 2012

the rain has come

the rain has gone

the heat of the day was such

the streets have turned to rivers of mist

~ © Melinda D. Garren May 25th, 2012

Blankly I stare

The keyboard awaits input from my fingers

Blankly I stare

The document is unchanged

Blankly I stare

The thoughts refuse to form

Blankly I stare

Why must there be a word count

Blankly I stare

When was this due again

Blankly I stare

I rifle through my notes …. Surely there is something

Blankly I stare

The weather is so nice

Blankly I stare

The screen does not change

Blankly I stare

I know what I wanted to say why do the words not come

Blankly I stare

Surely the teacher will understand …..

Blankly I stare

………

~ © Melinda D. Garren   April 17th, 2012