(First Place winner in the Written Poetry Competition
at the Riley Festival, Oct. 2019)
Childhood imprints call me back.
electrifying the connections and
strengthening the memories
that idle in my mind.
Welcomed to the old house,
my hand closes over glass door handles
to push open portals of souvenirs
that remained there for my homecoming.
I wander through shrunken rooms,
Recalling favorite dresses in the closet,
gin rummy played at the kitchen table,
and pets bringing their friendship and chaos.
The swing set is gone from the yard,
but I see the little girl pushing her feet
into the balding grassy spot below,
throwing her songs to the air.
Tromping through weedy grass,
the concealed cemetery is viewed with honor.
Ancestors known only to my imagination,
continuing to oversee our noble land.
Even if I hadn't returned,
strong memories would have pulled me back,
viewing the scenes through traveling senses
content in my remembering.
(Third Place winner in the Written Poetry Competition
at the Riley Festival, Oct. 2018.)
Sunset with my Aunt
Liquid red blends with the
lake’s cool reflections
As feet are dangled from the dock.
Security chats beside her.
Now the child is lonely
Not again will the sun repeat
its setting here,
Nor the ripples play gently over
the shallow weed bed.
Her eyes to observe a more broken
Yet the water will sustain her.
(Published in The Blue Guitar Magazine,
Leaves swirl at cold stone's base,
gathering spirit voices breaking
from their mossy roofs.
Calling home in rising pleas
their living blood who walk above them.
Spirits implore forget us not.
Remember that we live in you.
Our hearts' loves you share
and lives from future past.