Spring blossoms beckon
Pollinator photobomb
Antennae signaled
RL
#cherry #blossom
Twilight ambitions
The fruits of summer’s labor
Sweetening pleasures
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#apple #blossoms
Summer Advances
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Category Archives: Poetry
Phoetic February: Missing You
February 14th was changed forever for Indigenous communities 28 years ago. While we still share in acknowledging and celebrating love, we also use the day to recognize and memorialize our mothers, daughters, sisters, cousins, aunties and grandmothers lost to us inexplicably and/or violently.
We memorialize them in a march through town and city streets to remind all of those still missing and that despite calls for justice and formal inquiries, we have yet to receive any for those murdered. It’s a national disgrace that, as Indigenous women, we remain the most vulnerable demographic in all colonized countries.
A million smiles
Crossed our hearts before goodbyes
Home longingly waits
My cousin, Roberta Marie Ferguson, age 19 yrs, missing since August 24, 1988
RL
Phoetic February: Wooden Larceny
Phoetic February: Sunday Moody Sundays
It’s been about a month’s worth of thoughtful weekly beginnings. Something in the air… change, newness, the call of Spring? I don’t know. I do know each one gave me something personal; something not quite typical…
Heralding Hues
Waning assurance?
Maybe merely fine-tuning
Imminent promise
#haiku #rainbows
RL
Moonstruck
Reverent howling
Eerie, the Blood Wolf Moon Eve
Neighbourhood braced
#haiku #lunareclipse
RL
Sunday Softly
Sunday night refuge
Musical libations soothe
Under homemade stars
#haiku #pubdreams
RL
Singing Our Lives With His Words
Song flows like whiskey
Tenderly trickling around
Fading memories
#haiku #musicalpoets
RL
Soul Tuning Jealousies
🎶 While all my angst gently weeps… 🎶
I must surely have been a singer
in a former life
Feeling so deeply, too deeply, too deeply
the depths of all notes
as they resonate
through my now abject humanity
The voices that surround and draw the listening to their knees
send me reeling into the realm of exquisite pain,
as they transform me with the intensity of their perfection
Imprisoned by aural beauty; bathed in utter envy
by artistry that can only come from the centre of grace
All denied me by the angels
who repeatedly escort
new melodic bliss and torment
through me
My hesitant mewling fills space between infinite wishes & sighs
to join them, if only with the least of their mellifluous gifts…
I will the next life to free me to sing elegance
or leave me to turn into mere star dust
RL
(Only a little hyperbolic. A very little… )
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