you may keep falling ~ in the puddles of my love ~ and summer rainstorms —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
Day: March 27, 2019
ENDINGS?
A POEM ABOUT THE DAY I WAS TOLD I HAD ADVANCED CANCER
Where did
She go that day?
Plastic aprons, silence,
A room full of emptiness, life
Changing
Numbing
The ground was popular right then,
Eyes turned down towards it
Could it reveal
Endings?
The Hyphenated Man
If a man over time marries more than one wife,
and/or changes careers at mere drop of a knife,
when his grave has been shut,
will his tombstone be cut
to chide him for choosing to hyphenate life?
Hummingbirds | Cheche Winnie
Reputation
It lay in tatters, besmirched and tarnished
A few words thrown carelessly, without thought
Was all it took to blot what was spotless before
The words are now traveling with the winds
Scattered like pollen dust, everywhere
That is all it takes nowadays, to spoil and blacken
The character and reputation of a person
It doesn’t matter if they are guilty or not
Just spread the rumors and you have done the harm
Now even if you beautify, and adorn the same
Put flowers, ribbons and tassels to make it look pretty
The harm that has been done, can seldom be undone
People are good at remembering the faults and flaws
It would take another lifetime to build it again.
Written in response to the following;
Your daily word prompt;
FOWC;
RDP;
#Keepitalive
#FOWC
#RDP
generations
time passes
in a way where
we don’t see blood
pass from generation
to generation
too slow to be seen
by the human eye
the same blood runs
through different veins
with age and over time
it is only when we
observe generations
together in a mirror
spanning these years
can we detect its flow
Today’s Quote
A musician must make music,
an artist must paint,
a poet must write,
if he is to be at peace with himself.
What a man can be, he must be.
~ Abraham Maslow ~
__________
Skyward
words flow from my pen ~ looking up to the mountains ~ you should have been here —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
The Reluctant Poet 