Tag: Sadness

Melancholy Me Talks to God

I’m in California at a writers retreat. I’m learning so much and hanging out with a few other wonderful writers. And yet, this is what I wrote last night after our first session. Why so downcast, Oh my soul? I understand the psalmist’s plea. Here...

Occasional Verse with Paint Chips

I know that last week I said we might do a second entry from the P section of the poetry dictionary, but I decided to go backwards instead, back to the O section. It’s the Friday before Mother’s Day—at least it is in the United...

Dying Leaves

Green leaves burst forth heralding spring, summer to come Basking in sun amidst blooms bright pink, yellow, orange Magnificent beauty Abundant life It never lasts long enough Tears fall as blooms fade Leaves turn red, then brown Crisply dying on the ground Winter follows ___________________________________...

Resurfacing in Blue

I should have seen it coming this sense of feeling blue Delving into trials of the past to write a memoir that’s true I’m doubtful that this venture is worth the time and pain Will I survive this process where no secrets will remain Or...

Triggers, Triggers Everywhere

Tears spilled from my eyes Gushed, really quite uncontrollably Anger the apparent trigger He wouldn’t listen Then I realize the real trigger This series of events: Writing of Dad’s death Hearing of Aunt Dot’s passing Trying to save a few bucks on airline tickets ______________________________________________...

Choices

A forced grin a false I’m okay are all I’ve got It’s been three years, three years today since you left with me not knowing not for sure anyway where you have gone Heaven or hell those are the choices Which did you choose? ___________________________________ At...

Unheard – A Sedoka (Sort of)

The deafening sound of a cry unheard, silenced ‘ere it had a chance at life Echoes whispering in a mother’s heart and soul aching to hear what’s unheard * * * * * 2/25/14 Update: Shared this for dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night today...

All Things Are Possible – A Poem

Sadness and joy are hard to hold at the same time Mourning death and celebrating life in the same moment is impossible for me But with God all things are possible I’m still feeling sad over the death of my sister, but tomorrow is my...