Daylight bids its fond adieu,
Evening splices time in two;
What was, turns into yesterdays,
What will be, is the gift that stays.
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Pandora’s Box
She was sure Yesterday
was dead and gone. She had,
after all, buried it deep
in a wooden crate
under the old apple
tree (the one that split
down the trunk
during the storm of
’79). So
when it raised its hoary
head, she knew
someone had opened
Pandora’s Box.
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This daylily’s name? Pandora’s Box, of course.
The Closet
She smiles,
a slow, careful smile
that curdles on top like bad milk,
a skin freezing in increments over troubled
waters. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she says
to the accompaniment of the skeletons doing a jig in her coat closet.
Last Year’s Sunshine
Last year’s sunshine counts no longer,
last year’s growth is overdrawn;
clinging to the bloom that’s over
won’t help buds seed new year’s dawn.
Solemn Silence
Solemn silence, misty hours
ticking by on frosty bowers,
Time, stand still, I want to cast
this breath before the present’s past.
Fallen Leaves
Fallen leaves,
texturized throw-rugs,
a carpet of has-beens to decorate the past.
Last season’s castaways,
hand-me-downs,
crawling advertisement to former glory.
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Recycled refuse,
using old in modern ways,
decorator’s dream.
Rise Above!
Rise above!
This world will try to break you,
Tear you down, forsake you,
Smash your dreams, deface you,
But you can’t let it win!
Rise above!
The past will scratch and claw you,
Terrify and flaw you,
Masticate and gnaw you,
And wear your patience thin.
Rise above!
There is One who knows you,
Beautifies and grows you,
Cherishes and chose you,
So let the rise begin!
“Don’t be afraid, for I am with you. Don’t be discouraged, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you. I will hold you up with my victorious right hand.” Isaiah 41:10
