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The Silent Ones’…

she turned
unwillingly against her will,
by the stroke of faith
and lottery played
by virtue of birth

she became
one of those diligent
bowed, sad women
who live on a long course
of docile, thankless servitude

she lived 
in fear of showing,
saying or doing the wrong thing
her desires swallowed
dreams doused and denied

she smiled
pretending to have
no misgivings about life
but when you looked closely
silent desperation stood stark and pathetic

© 2019 Jacqueline

 

I know many women like this. Maybe you know one too. They are all around you. Maybe you used to be one of them.

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i rise, i fall…

I’ve fallen;
far too many times
than I can count,

that the only way
for me to fall again
is to rise up.

© 2018 Jacqueline

Sage and Vine – Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Challenge

 

fruits of the vine

mature with age,

and so does sage.

wisdom, she lost,

buried in the deep cups

of the grapevine.

© Jacqueline 2019

 

Thank you Ronovan, I enjoyed this prompt.

Sage &  Vine

 

The numbers…

These are
the number of kisses that we’ve had
the little dinners we have held
the evening walks on Tuesday’s end
the glorious sunsets around the bend

These are
the number of laughter we have shared
the times our silence has been paired
the million tiny tales we’ve told
the times you held me when I cried

These are
the moments we lived as we foretold
the times that slipped and went untold
the many nights our eyes went unslept
the promises made and yet unkept

These are…

busting at the seams…

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I don’t do drugs,
she told herself in consolation,

yet she stuffed her face
and got sedated
on pies and cream cakes,

her righteous self
busting at the seams

This is me of late. Guilty! I am an emotional eater and when I’m unduly stressed like I’ve been for many weeks now, I go into eating overdrive.

Unreachable…

I searched his eyes
but he was long gone

wandering a private,
and distant place

a landscape with no zipcodes
and no maps.

I tried to call him back
all in futility

he was stuck
in the corridors of silence

unreachable…

© 2018 Jacqueline

This poem came to my mind when I heard of Senator John McCain’s passing. I don’t know him personally except for what was made public, but I developed a healthy amount of respect for him as I read a bit more about him. May His Soul Find Rest.