The Weight of Rocks

The Weight of Rocks

She pulls them from the dirt
sees herself
both rugged and smooth
gritty and unpolished

wonders at beginnings
theirs and hers

beauty’s subtle hues
pinks, grays and blues
tumbled to brokenness
long hidden in earth

she caresses their edges
connects their shapes

the weight of them
reminds her she feels
she feels real again
both rugged and smooth

Jean E. Taddonio

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Burnt Forst

Charred black trees
frozen into statues
patched with sun-polished silver

un-bending limbs
broken by wind
stunning skeletons

against canvas blue sky
wounded warriors
reaching for second chances

rising from ashen earth
springtime sprouts green
beauty from the flaming beast

Jean E. Taddonio

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Remnants of the Rain

p1140069Remnants of the Rain
fill softened clouds
cool shadows glide
like fairy tale drawings

puddles hug the earth
a bit longer, lest we forget
their joyful reflections

before the sun warms us
sharpens our shadows
those shadows that teach us

wholeness, humility, humanity
both light and dark
beauty in the scheme of things

remnants of the rain

Jean E. Taddonio

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Luna

faithful to her calling
she shows up
even when fullness fades
and shape begins to shift
she owns the beauty
of her light

Jean E .Taddonio

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A Word About Daddy

I was only three
when I awakened him to announce

Daddy, I’m afraid of the dark”
Mom stayed asleep. It was 2:00 a.m.

Oh honey, let’s go see
don’t be afraid

lifted high atop his shoulders
I had no place to hide my face

He held my legs
wrapped tight against him
comfort enough for bravery

I kept my eyes wide open
while we wandered
through the silence

watched the full moon
make shadows through the blinds

the furniture held its emptiness
with no monsters in sight

I knew I was safe in my father’s love
and that was all I needed

That was all I ever needed

Jean E. Taddonio

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A Poet’s Voice

Poets give voice
to thoughts mined from hearts
respond to a call to delve deeper
grapple with questions
answered by mystery

Poets grant dreams
a place to sift light from darkness
distill imaginings
gleam without pretense
reflect sunlight on cobwebs

Poets seek wisdom
beyond whimsy or
bouts of emotion
pray for words to endure
and laughter to cure

Poet’s embrace
the shifting of winds
both soothing and restless
the wild wonder of life
and the sad of good byes

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Discovery

She  dives deep

into a well of self-pity

drinks her fill

of murky waters

until at last she completes

her holiday time off

from pretending

all is well

and discovers she is

not pretending

anymore

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