Tiffany
According to my poetry journal, I haven't written a poem since last year...now I know that can't be right...but than again, time flies by so fast...
I decided to stop what I was doing and see if I still have the poetic muse in me (that most of my family claims comes naturally). This one, dedicated to my kid sister, Tiffany, whom I love utterly.
Tiffany
-A.Richardson
Endure in my anatomy as I carve out my heart tonight,
Never mind to detach the arteries - have all of myself.
In depth is my existence in every word I write,
Thus this core will rapture in your mere presence.
Perplex are the dreams that resent all the years
Of never holding you in my arms;
The moon silences me with her tears
Every time the wind echoes your voice with this memory.
The static of my reality is mystifying -
Have I taken you for granted all this time?
To breathe each day without your face is defying;
Alas, a pulsating heart in your hands.
- Amanda, will face her fear and read this poem at next poetry group
I decided to stop what I was doing and see if I still have the poetic muse in me (that most of my family claims comes naturally). This one, dedicated to my kid sister, Tiffany, whom I love utterly.
Tiffany
-A.Richardson
Endure in my anatomy as I carve out my heart tonight,
Never mind to detach the arteries - have all of myself.
In depth is my existence in every word I write,
Thus this core will rapture in your mere presence.
Perplex are the dreams that resent all the years
Of never holding you in my arms;
The moon silences me with her tears
Every time the wind echoes your voice with this memory.
The static of my reality is mystifying -
Have I taken you for granted all this time?
To breathe each day without your face is defying;
Alas, a pulsating heart in your hands.
- Amanda, will face her fear and read this poem at next poetry group