Purging

Mixing in the muck
of memory debris
she sorts through feelings
giving them names
frames them in new ways
though they still weigh
heavy with silence
like sunken skipping stones
seeking new homes
and the chance
to play another day
upon the water ways
of memory debris (c) Jean E. Taddonio

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Remnants of the Rain

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Clyde’s Grief

He doesn’t cry, or talk it out
but sometimes writes, when feelings
are too deep to speak
and tears too dammed to spill

His mother died, he did not cry
and his pen could find no words
but he worked in her backyard
pruned her favorite tree…nearly to death

An inner urging pushed him
to force new life if he could
his life apart from hers
no matter what the cost

Then with his writer’s hands
pretending to be tough
he chopped the fallen branches
into bits and buried them

put them to rest in her yard
He did not cry, but began to write

© Jean E. Taddonio

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Chime Muse

If it weren’t for
this moment of quiet,
resting in my “Lady’s Lair”
I would miss hearing chimes
caught in the breeze
outside this upstairs window
drifting long airy melodies
into mid-day blue sky
with no one to care
or ask me why each thought
tumbles to another without
a punctuation break
while I practice being grateful
for back-ground tunes
without titles
and nowhere else to be
but here
this fair afternoon © Jean E Taddonio

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April Fools

They slide across the sky
sly and laden with gray
like a pack of hungry wolves
keeping their prey at bay
those clouds
making un-kept promises
for our dried up clay

©2018 Jean E. Taddonio

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Recovery Psalm

Holy beam of light
too bright for mortal eyes to see
You pierce the darkness

of my granite walls
splitting fears into river rocks
mere stepping stones

Beneath the water
of cast off tears, pebbles shine
sand becomes rainbow glass

With You, oh holy light
uncertainties become adventure
chaos finds a place of calm

starts illuminate the desert sky
You hold the map
and give me courage

A lion births from stone
an artist’s dream, too bright
for mortal eyes to see

©2018 Jean E. Taddonio

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Hope

another’s grief
summons her own
weighing her down

she rarely looks up
until she sees the puddle
and discovers clouds

light shimmers through
crowding out the blue
somehow teaching her

what she always knew
the sun would shine again
the sun
will shine
again

Jean E. Taddonio © 2018

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