I grieve
for the loss
of a mother’s
embrace
the kiss
on the forehead
the rest
of a rough hand
on my shoulder
the bristled edges
of a corrective
rebuke
where shouts
to get out
disguise
her desire
that the sun
will heal me
hold me
warm me
kiss me gently
when she
can not.
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Almost the Setting Sun
My eyes
are closed
yet the light
still seeps through
my eyelids
and leftover heat
slowly warms me
like a fluffed
spent towel
and I breathe
out the sigh
that the day
borrowed me
and I’m finally
done.
6/17/2015 – Patricia A. Hawkenson’s Reflections – Whether Vain
Whether Vain
I wake today
with the seed
of a fertile memory
and hope
the morning’s
translucent sun
will dance
its laughter
upon my tears
swirling
like a whirligig
and lift it
as leaves
in an October
breeze
upward to kiss
the branch that
wisely let go
yet the haunting
dreams that colored
my damp pillow
and clung the bits
of mixed emotions
into my tousled hair
can’t be brushed
away
4/2/2015 – Patricia A. Hawkenson’s Reflections – Miracle Grow
Miracle Grow
Her hollowed skin
is potholed
on old bulging
veins,
and when she
wrings her hands,
she breathes
in deep.
Her slow exhale
drips out
every secret
dream
she had.
Till all she is –
is a concave
bowl.
And if only
plants
could thrive
without sun,
she might have
need
for one.
1/23/12 – Patricia A. Hawkenson’s Reflections – Angry Birds
Angry Birds
Colbalt tears seemed to seep
from the crows of my eyes
like water running
on the parched earthen furrows
that were too hardened
to allow the healing moisture in
and days had to pass
before a seed of hope
could rise to greet the sun.
5/25/10 Patricia A. Hawkenson’s Reflections – Cuttings
Cuttings
The day heats
my garden green,
overgrown to limpness,
mocking my bow
to God
who must find time
between listening
to my prayers
to rain upon my flowers.
Flowers wither
as my needs grow,
footprints hard in dusty dirt,
walking away
before the sun.
4/01/10 Patricia A. Hawkenson’s Reflections – Purr in an Empty House
Today begins the PAD (poem a day) challenge at Poetic Asides. Although my health is a day-to-day battle, I am attempting to compete again. Armed with an arsenal of medications, I am back in the trenches. I will be posting my poems here and at Poetic Asides. Please leave comments that would help me choose my TOP 5 for the month, as that is all I can finally submit at the end of the month. I appreciate all the support my friends, poet community, and family have given me to keep me going. THANKS!
PROMPT 1: Write a lonely poem.
Purr in an Empty House
Cat’s purr
enticing me
fighting to stay awake.
Chair knowing me
my weight pressing
our lonely embrace.
Clock mocking me
chiming in
filling my nothing day.
Cat seeking warmth again
playing with my furniture
with Shadows hiding the Sun.
Could I be losing
more than a game
as Pain becomes my friend?
1/30/10 Patricia A. Hawkenson’s Reflections – When Shadows Don’t Match
When Shadows Don’t Match
My shadows
are supposed to stay
where they are put.
That is the law
of windows at night
and lawns when the sun
is tired.
Reflecting,
I must leave the darkness.
I will rip my feet
from the black socks
that connect me
to that distorted lie
in the carnival mirror.
I am not that girl.
I will put my socks in the washer
tumbling until
one is lost forever
and I emerge
clean.