Tag: Poetry
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A POEM A DAY 215
The Wind Remembers The wind remembers the day you were born—your first breath,the first tear you cried,your first heartbreak,your first love,your first skinned knee.It remembers how you learned to standby falling,how laughter arrived before language,how grief taught your name its weight.It followed you through open windows,waited in the hush before goodbyes,pressed its palm against your…
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Friday Favorites: You Never Knew Me
~ by Elaine Cole Crombie You never knew meyou who knew me so well You who could trace my smileon a pillow or in your mind You who could identify my laughteraround the corner, up the stairs You who could feel my warmthon the coldest nights or hottest daysat your sideor a hundred miles away…
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A POEM A DAY 214
Memory in the Wind I listen to the wind— faint whispers of yesterday tickle my skin. My memory exhales, memories whirl like windblown leaves. I hear his weathered voice call my name— not Mona, but Muuna. I smell peppermint and cracked leather, his boots worn thin. My nose twitches from the aroma of his spit…
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A POEM A DAY 212
ELEGY FOR THE BREATHING HORSE Beneath the pallid winter boughsWhere daylight wanes and shivers thin,A sable horse, with lowered brows,Stands cloaked in fog and breath and sin.Its nostrils bloom with ghostly fire,A vapor born of hidden heat,As though the soul, grown cold and tired,Still whispered live through lungs and beat.The leather creaks. The iron waits.The…
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Friday Favorites: Don’t Quit
Don’t Quit ~by Edgar A. Guest When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill, When the funds are low and the debts are highAnd you want to smile, but you have to sigh,When care is pressing you down a bit,Rest! if you must─but never quit. Life is queer,…
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Deciding Whether to Plug In
The breaker blew sometime before dawn—a quiet failure, the house holding its breath. By morning the electrician arrived with a tool belt and calm hands. The breaker, it turned out, hadn’t really blown at all. It came back on the moment he flipped it—the same breaker I had flipped several times before finally calling him.…
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