Numbness

Numbness fills the space
of feelings named wrong

like a hobbled balloon
punctured on purpose

What is this feeling
called guilt

this slippery
as moss on a rock feeling

of not good enough

were mistakes made
or perhaps choices

only to suffer
the fish-line tangle

of shoulds and should nots

does everyone
need a trophy to win

or is a path of discovery
the greatest prize

a meaning assigned
to uncertainty

like recognizing the strength
of a pruned rose

leafing in time
to fill the empty space

no longer numb
but believing

a larger process is at work

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Wait No More How could I not know she loves clouds the way I do? Didn’t we share the same sky? What else have I missed as years fly by? Another cliché, I sigh but it’s true, how else can I say There were things that took my attention away like fog too heavy for me to believe there was more light waiting for me, waiting for me city lights not too bright to see fireflies fly In the star-streaked sky And there is now and the knowing somehow it’s not too late to renew moments of grace where souls are bared and forgiveness is shared where clouds don’t escape the notice they crave from hearts that serve without waiting

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The In-Betweens

we poets love shadow

the wildness of dark

opaque as obsidian

smooth, shiny

and sharp, we are very sharp  

cold born of fire

bursting from earth

like trumpets blaring

yet soft as silken sand

we are as mysterious

as the reasons

why everything

sounds better in French

which most of us

can’t understand

and why nothing

is black and white

except for those keys

attached to hidden strings

that sing

and give us pause to consider

the grays…in-between                                                                           

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Shadow Silence

Her tears were stifled
by her mother’s grief
shaming sorrow into secrecy
shrouding childhood innocence
like sinister clouds on a windless day
crawling their shadows
across blue turned gray
silence had the only ears to hear

and then the girl grew to woman
and became the wind

she learned to shift the clouds
clarify her sadness without fear
pass shadows into daylight
become bold enough to tell her story
the story of her childhood grief
the one others need to hear
that stayed hidden for so long
with no ears to hear but silence

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Jacaranda

Blueberries are really purple

but their hue can’t compare

with the tiny trumpet flowers

that drift silently

from the Jacaranda canopy

onto the green of damp morning grass

Their confetti is the color of royalty

with a fragrance named fresh

think lavender, think restful

Many reverence the blooms

Others see a mess that needs raking

We get to choose

Jean E. Taddonio

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In-Between

We poets love shadow

the   wildness of dark

opaque as obsidian

smooth, shiny

We are sharp, very sharp  

cold born of fire

bursting from earth

like trumpets blaring

yet soft as sifting sand

We are as mysterious

as the reasons

why everything

sounds better in French

which most of us

can’t understand

and why nothing much

is black or white

except for those keys attached

to hidden strings that sing

and give us pause

to consider all

the gray of in-betweens

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Tangled Tears

Tangled Tears

                         I’m close to the ground

pulling weeds beneath our tree

the breeze ruffles my hair

while I listen for my chimes to sing their ring

There is silence. I lift my gaze to see

metal tubes tangled with branches

Winds have wrestled the bells to stillness

                        Like the lady I met days ago

who blotted her eyes often as she told me her story 

Life came at her hard for many years

She took no time to cry

and she forgot the how of tears

replaced them with sleepless nights 

trapped in a medley of fears  

                           Like my chimes, she isn’t singing  

With quiet attention,

I lift my rake’s long handle

and free the chimes to ring again

praying all the while, my struggling friend 

will untangle her tears

and claim the peace she longs for

Please God, help her find her song                                                         

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