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Extremely humbled by the acceptance of seven of my poems for publication by the awesome Susi Bocks, Editor-in-Chief at The Short of It! Announcement of feature dates forthcoming.

Thank you so much Susi! 🙏

Voice so soft carried
away by the wind
Like the plaintive cry
of a new born chick

The mighty Hawk
and the stately Eagle
Their strong voices
squashing all others

A baby’s cry masks
a mother’s lonely tears
Each year slips by
her voice unheard

Gentle and true
she sings her song
Alone in the forest
no one hears her there

She sings and she sings
a melodious plea
Deep in the woods
where no one can see

So happy and honored that Editor and Director of Development, Dagmara K. at Spillwords has chosen my piece titled The Old House, to be published 1/9/24 at 2am Eastern Time (ET).

You can access my published piece through the following link: https://spillwords.com/the-old-house/

Thank you Dagmara and Spillwords for your continued support!

Eyes can not see through the dense fog
of disappointment and grueling pain
No light penetrates the foul smelling
mist devouring beauty and life

Ears no longer hear the sweetness
of music over the human cacophony
Deceased notes of serenity and joy
hang from trees barren of green leaves

Nose knows only the prevailing scents
of death – depravity and decay
Eroding the sweet scent of flowers
and trees carried on salty sea breezes

Speech is frozen deeply inside
immobilized by rejection’s loneliness
Fear snatches away love and hope
leaving behind a hollowed out soul

Victorious dawn slowly escapes
the clutches of suffocating darkness
Brilliant specteral’s of red and yellow
slice through remnants of the blackness

Bird song resounds through the trees
celebrating another day of living
Flowers curled tightly against the night
open colorful arms to the warm light

Clouds joyously bounce and dance
dissipating beneath the sun’s wrath
Raindrops leap from stormy clouds
falling in formation toward the land

Half of Mother Earth sighs in relief
her creatures now free to traverse
While across her massive expanse
dirt cools beneath the grip of night

The night stretches on and on
darkness lives forever without you.
The ache of loss of never was
becomes intolerable heartache at night.

Morning is interminable eons away
the light of day forever out of reach.
Dawn’s hurt held at bay by the night’s
cruelest possessive grip.

Loneliness conspires with the deep suffocating blackness of night.
Its presence permeates lungs and heart
destroying the fading light of hope.

Lights twinkling on a huge evergreen
Christmas tree
Memories so very precious to me

The scent of pine wafting
in the air
Often I wish I could go back there

Homemade fudge bubbling
on the stove
Gnarled fingers stirring with love

Gone away are those who
made it so
Left behind I stand alone in the snow

On this Christmas night
of nights
Do I follow them or continue to fight?

The luster of Christmas
worn away by time
Would that I could make it again shine

The day you realize you are not
the center of your children’s universe.
And you realize you were not
the center of your parents universe.

The moment you realize you are not
your best friend’s, best friend.
And you realize you were not
ever truly anyone’s best friend.

The second you realize you are not
number one in your lovers life.
And you realize you were not
number one in any lover’s life.

The instant you realize you are not
the most important person in your life.
And you realize you have never been
the most important person in your life.

The realization that being alone
is the only true realization of all.

In response to Charli Mills @ Carrot Ranch’s prompt – December 19: Story Challenge in 99-words write a story about beauty beyond the grave.

Darkness settled around me, through me, lifting me from my pain-racked body. The agony slipped away like fine silk, releasing me from its vicious cocoon. I became the wind, floating even lighter than the air. I was the force behind the wind, pushing forward, gliding up and leisurely floating back down.

Beneath me a lake frozen hard by winter’s frigid breath. Lights twinkled all around the glistening surface, reflecting back into the black night, through me.

Skaters moved gracefully across the icy playground. Christmas Carols rang gently in the breeze with me, as I followed in the skaters wake.

Loneliness looking in from outside
painful
Loneliness excluded from within
excruciating
Loneliness without hope
debilitating
Loneliness darkens sunny days
dims the brightest lights

Extinguishes the faltering flame