Jewels like crystals shine
Across the frozen face of snow.
We say avoir, not good-bye.
For all we know
Light never dies
But quietly moves it’s glow
to other sights and sites
where Jewel now delights
In her new life.
And, yet, we mourn
Our grey-grief days
where Jewel once shown
in lives of our own.
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GRIEF LINES ABOUT THE BROW
1-15-2022
I held grief at bay
in tightened fists
determined not to allow
its escape, until I lay
it down upon the page,
Where it sapped my strength.
Taking up the pen
is little help today
when the nib etches lines
of grief about my brow,
too close to allow the flow
of ink upon the page.
Democracy means more to those
More recently saved upon its shores.
The lands of autocrats and hypocrites,
we thought, had been left
behind, beyond our pained sight;
now resurrected by the Republican right.
A Right reinforced by clerics bent
on reasserting ties long rent
between church and state,
Now reinstated by the Court
and pro-life misogynist dictum
making women victims.
The Right backlash to Obama
is a fierce and hateful trauma
which dares to take away
our diversity and our vote,
our personhood and culture,
our history and democracy.
Grief is still heavy today
but less than yesterday.
Today ink flows steadily,
freely, hopefully daring leaders
to find the courage to save the vote,
and this beloved country.
Time sleeps
For those who weep
It’s passage stopped by grief.
Time awakens
For those shaken
By tears’ release.
Glorious morning!
When light is reborn
Time freed of fear and scorn.
People awake who longed
For angels in song
Announcing the birth of a babe.
A babe who restarts time
Reawakens hope
And restores our joy.
Merry Christmas morn!
Delight in this gift given
The day Jesus the Christ is born.
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DAVE
4-2-2013
Louise Annarino
Too often poems
fall out of my eyes
washed onto my cheeks
by tears of joy
or sorrow.
Joy to have known you
in shared sinew and bone
with a long history
carried in common DNA
and family name.
Sorrow at the loss
of a future of mutual
knowing,sharing,caring
for those whom we both
love……………always.
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Rockslide,Louise Annarino,1-26-2013
Another day started late
beyond the time to contemplate
justification for the time spent
writing a poem
few will read.
Nerves on edge
of a precipice built
with loose gravel,
not a sturdy life,
but shortened breaths
encased in gossamer
wings no longer
able to fly.
And, again
I ask “why?”
Why energy fled
before the keep was taken,before
the soul was shaken
like a tambourine’s
tinny sound,
uneven like my steps
placed in fear
of falling down
on my own,
or in the rockslide
my life is built upon.
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