Silence | Finn Aberlour
My time has passed
Possibilities discarded
Emotions no longer regarded
Inside,
Not a light nor a whimper
Silence.
No blue bird, No black dog,
Empty.
Fear has subsided,
I am ready.
life transitions poems
Thames | Tara Lynn Hawk
I grasp your hand as we
head to the river
Down Duke’s Street, through Trafalgar
We stay silent, side by side
The cold settles on us
Such a likely metaphor
As we both silently acknowledge that this will be
one of the last times
And it is, and
has been
well done
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Waking | JD DeHart
I wake to find
not that I am Gregor
Samsa but that I am
still me.
Gone is the worry of
yesterday, I hold
the switch to my
anxiety. It is in a place
I know of. Gone is
yesterday’s version.
Who was that guy
anyway? What did he
know? Today is the day.
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End | Cattail Jester
This is the end
of feigning kindness.
Which is fine, which
is fine.
The project has come
crashing down but
don’t worry.
I will redefine it,
I am a stone survivor.
I am professional acumen.
This is the end
of the kid, the start
of something new.
I hope I like it.
My Mother’s Plants | Stan Morrison
My mother’s plants flourished in our garden
The azaleas and fragrant jasmine blossomed
From their vulnerable transplanted state
They prospered and assumed permanence
With new roots and assured contours
Like my mother I’ve learned to nurture
And delight in the sight of new growth