A Waltz in Three

Hello blogosphere! After a month’s hiatus, I’ve returned to the beloved world of When Life Gives You Lemons. Today’s post is a collection of three poems, all of which were written at different times, hold unique meanings, and reflect a … Continue reading

Kissing Irony

Sometimes I am hopeful that pain will cease existing I cross my fingers curl my toes and pray for the best Then I remember nights spent in bed with tears on my face wanting a break from it all On … Continue reading

Falling Into Autumn

Quiet petals are dampened,
Moistened with dew and glowing.

The morning bird calls
a faint and slow cadence –
Blades of grass glisten.

The autumn air is vibrating.
On the heels of excitement
come the hosts of change.

The breeze is different,
The winds are folding.

It is time for something new.

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Catfish

One-liners are the best.

They
Hang on the edge of brevity –

And
Mingle with the idea of time.

One line,
in line,
online.

She waits for his line…

She
Hopes for a subtle change,

And
Waits on promised time –

One line,
in line,
online…

She waits for his line.

1. catfish
someone who pretends to be someone they are not online to create false identities, particularly to pursue deceptive online romances.

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Man of Steel

Trim
ClickClick
Trim
Extend.

A human machine
I Am,
Working, folding, turning.

The child of capitalism –
I repeat, produce, consume.

Extend
Trim
ClickClick
Trim.

As gears turn within,
They
Bolt, join, connect.

Mocking the human hand,
Diluting human process:

Metamorphosing our bones to steel.

One, Two, Three…

There is a knot in my stomach
for all of the people I’ve let go.

One by one,
with my unforgiveness,
they move in a single-file line…

Two for jealousy,
Three for bigotry.

A file-cabinet labeled Shame
holds all my regrets.

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Room in a Suitcase for Two

Poetry on the awkward jitters of excitement that come with packing for a home away from home. Enjoy!

Shoebox

Memories in a shoebox fall out
one by one –

A button of laughter,
A thread of tears.

Graceful is the spillage,
Funny is the downfall:

One by one,
Out of the box,
Spill all my years.

 

Two Homes

Stuffing, folding, packing.

Shelves on top of
Shelves, undone.

Creasing memories into perfect folds,
Pressing laughter and jubilation into angular sections –

One by one
A sock, a hair-tie…

Summer nights fit into a box,
Tears curl into a pocket.

Days on top of
Days, packed:
Memories in a box.

Playing With a Ball of Yarn

You

Like a spool of yarn
I unravel at the thought of you.

Tracing my thoughts with a pencil:
I map you – I read you.

Like a book unopened you are precious;
Pages as pristine as porcelain.

With fingers crossed –

I
love
you?

Twittling my thumbs through
the mere thought of you,
running my hands over the
idea of you.

Molding you,
Sculpting you,

Breathing you in.

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