Long And Windy Road (October 21, 2019)

My feet

Firmly entrenched

On the lonely road

Of exile.

From a world

That I once breathed

And drank in

On a daily basis.

Where one's soul

Does mourn

Life's little things

Taken for granted.

Like the sweet perfume

Of a blossoming rose

After a harsh winter

Filled with snow and ice.

Smiles shared

So innocently

With total strangers

At nature's beauty.

Now - distance memory

Never again

To grace

One's scent of smell.

Concrete canyons

Dominate the emerging vista

That stands before me.

As I search

For a new place

To call home

For my beating heart.

Therisa © 2019

Author's note: Something that wrote itself, in 20 minutes. Finding a title for this poem? That's an entirely different kettle of fish! Sigh.

Long Weekend Blues (May 29, 2017)

Not sure

Where or why

These tears came.

But

They're here.

Coming

In waves

Like the tide

Down my face.

Melancholy

Fills me

Looking back

Over the past 4 days

Can only sigh.

Half-forgotten memories

Of earlier times

Echoing

In my head.

When life seem

So much simpler

To understand

And life.

That happy child

Was a facade

Concealing

A troubled soul.

Knowing

These magical moments

Of happiness

Are far and in between.

But

As magical as

A summer long weekend

Fireworks display

On a night sky.

Between

The "oohs" and "aahs"

Of various designs 

Exploding overhead.

Only

To vanish

As quickly as

They were launch.

Pale echoes

Of those childhood moments

Remembered fondly.

As store bought

Fireworks explode

Around the neighbourhood

Marking the start

Of another summer.

Allowing

A new generation

To share 

In this rite 

Of summer passage.

Therisa © 2017

Author's note: In Canada, the unofficial start of summer is the Victoria Day long weekend, which occurs, on the second last Monday of May. In honour of Queen Victoria, who ruled over the British Empire, when Canada was granted, it's independence, as a Dominion, within the Empire, on July 1, 1867. Even before this date, there are historical records, in Upper Canada (now the province of Ontario), where various communities celebrated Victoria's birthday.

Mt. Melancholy (Janaury 18, 2016)

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Today

I find myself

Walking

Under the shadow

Of darkness.

As old memories

Spring forth

Like an avalanche.

Cascading down

The snow covered

Mountainside.

As if

I have taken

The wrong trail

Into a forbidden area

With my ignorance.

Burying me

So deep

In the memories

Of a darker time.

Each passing second

The burden grows heavier

Upon my soul.

Am struggling

To find up

From down

With little avail.

Feeling

My inner spark

Growing dimmer

As the tears fall

Down my face.

Knowing

How easy

It would be

To surrender myself

And let everything

Go.

In my wanting

To remain

In the foetal position.

Until

My oxygen runs out

Fading out

Into the night

Forever.

But

I know

These feeling

Shall pass.

As I dig

My way out

Into the light

Once more.


Therisa © 2016




Author's note: Not exactly sure, what triggered the events of last Monday, January 18, 2016, when I found myself, buried, under a sudden wave of dark memories. Almost 36 hours later, am still struggling with the aftermath of this, as emotionally, I feel numb, and have lost all contact, with my poetic muse. If I was, to describe this, it feels like a PTSD flashback, without any of the visible images, normally, would have experienced, with one. In being, a total sensory overload of my emotions, in a three hour period, on Monday. Much like the type, I would associate, around my electrical burn, to my mouth, as a four year old.