Wednesday, February 02, 2005
lilac wishes
outside my bedroom window
we planted
cucumbers
tomatoes
and daisies
inside
rich green carpet for grass
periwinkle flowers
in my bedroom
sunshine seeped in
she kissed me good bye
six days gone
~1 day on
nurses cap looking down
sewing prom dresses
sister
homecoming queen
barbizon and make up
pedophile's wife
american flag
on the pocket
of my brothers 501's
arrested
truant
trouble again
marijuana down the street
alcoholic
in too deep
me
puking in the bathroom
every morning
ritual
cold pears coming up
mama off to work
in the house
sister smoking
brother joking
underwear on my head
Mary Civetti came to
teach me
how to knit
and not to be alone
and cook us family dinners
chaos reigned
she threw up her hands
and cried
never did see her again
mama
loved See's Candies
chewy orange peanuts
Bridge Mix
being barefoot
on her knees
planting seeds
when we were no longer cute
she took pictures of her pets
her paintings and her plants
she wined and dined her kitty kats
with cream, butter and
albacore
she whiled away the days
cutting
drying~flowers
estate sales and rummaging
stopping on the road
to press flowers in her books
stealing lilacs from the neighbors
serving creamy
sweet coffee
in two handled cups
my children and gingersnaps
aprons on their waist's
mama gave up the fight
of
nursing home
nightmares
breathing machines
and morphine
girls and me
stole the neighbors lilacs
giggled all the way home
filled a vase overflowing
in memorium
aunts and uncles
gone again
crying over dead flowers
and four lonely kats
I sat on her steps
what to do next
while
somewhere
in Mexico
mama mixes
with the wind
¶ 2/02/2005 09:37:00 PM 
I wrote this a few years ago and just found it in a book. I have alot of such books. A poem here and a poem there. Memories~ dreams~plans & wishes. I have way too much crap around here.
outside my bedroom window
we planted
cucumbers
tomatoes
and daisies
inside
rich green carpet for grass
periwinkle flowers
in my bedroom
sunshine seeped in
she kissed me good bye
six days gone
~1 day on
nurses cap looking down
sewing prom dresses
sister
homecoming queen
barbizon and make up
pedophile's wife
american flag
on the pocket
of my brothers 501's
arrested
truant
trouble again
marijuana down the street
alcoholic
in too deep
me
puking in the bathroom
every morning
ritual
cold pears coming up
mama off to work
in the house
sister smoking
brother joking
underwear on my head
Mary Civetti came to
teach me
how to knit
and not to be alone
and cook us family dinners
chaos reigned
she threw up her hands
and cried
never did see her again
mama
loved See's Candies
chewy orange peanuts
Bridge Mix
being barefoot
on her knees
planting seeds
when we were no longer cute
she took pictures of her pets
her paintings and her plants
she wined and dined her kitty kats
with cream, butter and
albacore
she whiled away the days
cutting
drying~flowers
estate sales and rummaging
stopping on the road
to press flowers in her books
stealing lilacs from the neighbors
serving creamy
sweet coffee
in two handled cups
my children and gingersnaps
aprons on their waist's
mama gave up the fight
of
nursing home
nightmares
breathing machines
and morphine
girls and me
stole the neighbors lilacs
giggled all the way home
filled a vase overflowing
in memorium
aunts and uncles
gone again
crying over dead flowers
and four lonely kats
I sat on her steps
what to do next
while
somewhere
in Mexico
mama mixes
with the wind
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Hi,
That's a sad poem, about your mom right?
Sad, but I liked it! I especially liked the growing things, flowers and planting seeds.
Do you do any rhyming poetry?
Lady Jan
That's a sad poem, about your mom right?
Sad, but I liked it! I especially liked the growing things, flowers and planting seeds.
Do you do any rhyming poetry?
Lady Jan
Not usually, unless it happens magically. This poem was written soon after my mother died it's a jumble of emotions and memories. I really don't think it's supposed to be understood ~I think just what you said, "sad" it's supposed to convey that~
thanks for commenting Lady Jan, I've been very busy and haven't been blogging very much lately. But it's nice to see some familiar names popping up in comments.
thanks for commenting Lady Jan, I've been very busy and haven't been blogging very much lately. But it's nice to see some familiar names popping up in comments.
Your poem touched me from its title to the font color, which is my favorite color to use in places other than my blog.
Images are very strong. Free verse works well. Memories are a jumble of emotions. YOu still manage to effectively, tenderly, and, harshly, in places, to convey a multitude of recollections.
Early on, it's apparent that you lost your mom (She kissed me good bye), but this is a poem with far more memories than simply death. Planting, growth, cycles of nature and life... I won't muddy the images you paint, by analyzing more. Lilacs remind me of my very early youth: a gorgeous lilac bush when we were poor in money but rich in love. I still love their color, scent, and blossoms.
Take care and keep posting poetry
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Images are very strong. Free verse works well. Memories are a jumble of emotions. YOu still manage to effectively, tenderly, and, harshly, in places, to convey a multitude of recollections.
Early on, it's apparent that you lost your mom (She kissed me good bye), but this is a poem with far more memories than simply death. Planting, growth, cycles of nature and life... I won't muddy the images you paint, by analyzing more. Lilacs remind me of my very early youth: a gorgeous lilac bush when we were poor in money but rich in love. I still love their color, scent, and blossoms.
Take care and keep posting poetry
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