Gabs

We have been thoroughly robbed

Truly and most assuredly as if

A thief in dark of night had come

Stolen what we failed, to protect

Oh- how most complicit we are!

We’ve lost untold stores and smiles

All those gems you just can’t buy

We’re left here to cry, for ourselves   

We’ll guiltily hide the void inside

So, we never see it in the mirror of life

Never be reminded of our failing to you

Now we’re sorry, in all the wrong ways

Convincing ourselves you’ve found peace

From a narcissistic world… we’ve created

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Poet of the Light © 2021  

In memory of Gabby Petito.

We should be better than this by now.

May you one day forgive our failing you.

No instructions

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Today is an unwanted tomorrow

And I’m a broken puzzle

Just what should I expect

Now that you’re gone

Tell me, how should I react

When all the people come

Tears swelled in their eyes

Broken voices of surprise

Will I even hear their words

Swallowed up in their arms

Still feeling numb and cold

As life becomes- disbelief

In the form of a heart storm

No place to move on towards

And I am that eye, left as center

The last place I’d want to be

Churning quietude of silent pain

With no direction to lead me out

From inside my drowning self

Your trusting hands are missing

Like your soft-spoken whispers

I don’t need temporary relief

All I really need, is you back  

Or do I just let go here and now

Of everything that I believed in

Can you really tell me- how  

When you were that everything

When you sheltered me in your love  

Back when we shared our… yesterdays

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Poet of the Light © 2021

Note: This is not a reflection of my current life.

Martyrs of Shiloh

They come- touched

Simply because they’re called

No one else around them hears it

Because it’s a sacred whisper within

Because it is soundless- a feeling

In the same fashion as chills

But they’re fervor is dedication

They’ll know not any reservation   

Time has etched their names in place  

Beyond all human understanding

Borne forth to shoulder true grace

Unbeknown what cost will be paid

Still, unabashedly they’ve answered

As have all martyrs, in fields… of Shiloh

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Poet of the Light © 2021

Dedicated to the brave thirteen

U.S. service members killed near Kabul-2021

Still listening

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It goes without saying, all alone

I’ve never forgotten one moment

Of the love we created, embraced

Like eternal flames in the winds  

As we danced upon life’s razor’s edge

Invincible- within each other’s arms

And convinced we owned- forever

Colorful galaxies beheld in our eyes

Merely a kaleidoscope of our brokenness

Oh! skips of my hearts pitter-patter

Knows exactly what I do mean

And how selfishly I tearfully wish now

I would’ve captured the breathes

Of each of your whispers… then

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Poet of the Light © 2021

Mère et Ange

I was small and confused

But it never lasted long

And I moved on naively

Cause that’s all I had to do

Trust and look up to you  

.

When my heart got broken

And I couldn’t understand

You explained, it just happens

But we heal better than new

Again, I looked up to you

.

Time slowly changed us both

But no matter where I was

I could call and get answers

Your voice made all the difference

In the present, I looked up to you

.

When you finally went away

I felt lost and somewhat afraid  

No more inspirational talks

I was left to walk- by myself

I was gifted you … to look up to

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Poet of the Light © 2021

In remembrance of my mother

Ageless

Under familiar skylines   
 Where waves do linger  
 Standing on the shore  
 Of our lost yesterdays  
 Without any thought  
 And from time to time  
 Liken a child catches  
 Sweet blown kisses   
 I grasp out at the wind
 And listen carefully  
 Hoping that I’ll find
 One of your whispers
 Love of your heart has  
 Sent out just for… me  
 
 Poet of the Light © 2020  
 
 

At play

 Beset in a human type of spindrift
 Silent acts of flapping, fleeting caws  
 Dawn gently melts away a rolling fog
 As night temptingly slips off it’s drape
 I feel on my skin the chilly air, breathe
 As my weary mind wanders aimlessly
 To recall all of your missed touches
 Spoken words of love and their hope
We are those children no more, sadly 
 Angelical face of such sweet promise
Gone now, there- beyond that great pall  
 Shivers race feverishly through my soul  
 And I further wonder again to myself;
 Would you return, if you really could,
 To me, my heart, my arms as it once was,  
 Or would you remain- my lost forever?
 Oh how my tears even fear your thoughts
 And reluctantly fall- away from me too
 Now only my shattered dark emotions
 Will share their seasons… without you
 
Poet of the Light © 2020  

After letters Aug 14th

Today wasn’t a good day as you may have noticed. I think the only mistake was my impulse to head down into the city for a change of pace. You know how I can become over eager even if it’s the littlest of things, like a shopping trip. Shhh.. I can almost hear you laughing out loud right now. God, how I miss that laugh and silly grin, like when you knew you were right about something but left me to learn it the hard way.

Everything was going fine until, I went into the department store for a bit of browsing. You know how I like to compare things and prices before finally deciding on what I want. Come to think of it, you were the only exception to that rule in my life. I wanted you as soon as I saw you and by the grace of God, I was gifted with not only you, but your unconditional love. That in itself was a miracle to me, still is.

So- anyways, as I was strolling through the aisles I happened to pick up the very same aroma as your homemade perfume from those flowers here in your garden and some of the wilds ones you spent days selecting. I must admit, I was ecstatic and reluctant both. I mean, what were the odds someone replicated your secret blend? I gave chase and yes- I desperately wanted to believe somehow a Déjà vécumiracle happening and I’d run into you all over again. I was deeply disappointed to find the source was another woman. Still, bewildered I had to ask her where she obtained such an appealing fragrance. At first, she was hesitate. I gather because she thought maybe I was flirting with her but then she relented and informed me, it was specially made by a woman up in the mountains. When she said it was gifted to her during her visit by sheer accident of wrong directions and she stopped while you were making a fresh batch, so you offered her a bottle. I had no idea you named it “touch of souls”. She must have thought me mad when tears flowed from my eyes. I quickly explained myself to her, your loss and she truly tried hard to comfort me. We both cried in each other’s embrace. She was planning on returning your favor in the fall. I quickly excused myself and sat in your car for a better part of the day. Scarred- I would break down and start weeping while driving. I couldn’t risk hurting innocent people. I had no idea I wept for so long. I simply knew I needed to get back here, where you’re presence is still present. I’m back at home, with you again. I think I’ll turn in early. I’m sure you’ll understand.

Poet of the Light © 2020 After letters collection

After letters June 10th





…I sat on your bench most of the day, talking to all your flowers. Its amazing how much better they bloom. Even their colors look brighter, healthier. It humbles me, knowing I ribbed you all those times over talking to them reading them poetry all day. You, being you, would simply smile at me in that way of yours. I admit, at first I thought maybe you were having cognitive issues. Later I determined you just enjoy talking to your plants like little children. I get it now. This being the first year after, I wondered if it wasn’t just you sprinkling holy water on them but, now I know, it was simply adding loving attention. That extra touch of love from ones soul.

That early morning storm we had rushing over the summits was sure unexpected. That lightning and thunder show lasted nearly right up till dawn. Didn’t bother me all that much, you know I don’t really sleep like I used when you were here along side. But we sure needed that rain didn’t we? Smaller deliveries would have been preferred but that’s good old fashion mountain kind of weather. I recall you always loved watching it happen like some movie. We lost power here, twice- oddly, there a first time for everything. It worked out alright but you know that. Yea…I made coffee using that old fireplace kettle you kept for us, just in case. All that time it sat there like some out of place giant trinket on up on that mantle, collecting dust. And leave it to you to place another one of your little letters inside for me to find, just in case. Only God knows when you really wrote that one. Maybe weeks, months or hell maybe even years ago. I’d even dare say it was you causing all that storming action too, knowing how dry its been all year. But that’s just you being you. Doing what needs be done in looking out for us. Can’t say I’m all that surprised after all those years we had. I’m still being amazed by you, my just in case, girl.

Your hidden notes, are always like flowers for the soul. Words written from your heart, and delivered center mass to mine, each time I read them over and over line by line. I swear, I can feel you between the pages gaps, touching me. Somehow as my eyes scan the page, I’d hear you voice in the back of my head, as if it were you speaking aloud. I have to stop and clean out my eyes out now and then as my silent lips quiver your words. Well it getting late and I best call it a night, besides I have some tough chores tomorrow, talking to each of your flowers. You know how much I abhor thinking I disappointed you in anyway.

Wholeheartedly


I’ve never gotten over anyone
I ever- loved or have ever lost
I carry them, those memories
And pain with me, in my heart
I don’t mind the extra burden
They won’t be unnoticed relics 
I’m never gonna get over them
They’re the whispering flickers
Of the eternal flame in my heart
And I’m never ashamed to cry
Once in a while...for the ones gone


Poet of the Light © 2020