Front porch Sittin’ on the front porch Enjoying the afternoon sun Breeze blowing through my long blonde hair Living life without a care
I bought you flowers Flowers for your birthday You cried when you read the card The picture of you holding them Remembering is so hard
Christmas dance My first Christmas dance My first kiss, so tender, warm Holding hands with sweaty palms I poured out my heart without any qualms
Messy Divorce My mother filed for a divorce Relationship took a different course My father’s crying would begin His fault for the mess he was in
Alcoholic brother My brother drank his sorrows away Drove a truck into a ditch Angry little brother diverting any blame My mother’s reaction was just the same!
Grandmother passing I spent the whole day with you You seemed fine to me, nothing wrong Fell and broke your ankle Three days later you were gone.
Internal Death I died that day holding your hand I felt your squeeze, saw the tear on your cheek Slapped in the face as the lights grew dim I knew you were leaving to be with HIM.
Lonely girl All alone in this crazy world Had to grow up much sooner Be an example, time not easy to spend Fight to the end, fight to the end...
A lady's heart be more like a flower in meadow. It needs protection from bugs, safety of love, security to peace, and of course, the love off stuffs, however, heart's heart whether it's of men's heart or women's, it needs to be broken, sometime, but not the way it gets shattered into pieces. A very deep and heartfelt poetry you've come up with.
Looking forward to reading your stuffs, and i'll make sure to subscribe to your writes as well!
Anastasia,
A heart tugging write that encompasses a life time of emotions. The innocent friendly start on a breezy front porch slowly building up to tragedy and acceptance works well.
Each stanza is well penned and touches the reader without burying them. Sad images that are thought provoking and show us how vulnerable we all are.
Blessings,
Richie b.
Beautiful, so eternally sad. So many of us have gone through so many different layers in this life, so many tragedies that shape us. Beautifully written as always.
Life is always teaching us. Mostly bad lessons. You took the reader with you on a life journey.
"Fight to the end, fight to the end..."
The above lines. All of us must do. Thank you Anastasia for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote
A lady's heart be more like a flower in meadow. It needs protection from bugs, safety of love, security to peace, and of course, the love off stuffs, however, heart's heart whether it's of men's heart or women's, it needs to be broken, sometime, but not the way it gets shattered into pieces. A very deep and heartfelt poetry you've come up with.
Looking forward to reading your stuffs, and i'll make sure to subscribe to your writes as well!
Hi Anastasia. Gosh this is poignant. It's almost like each verse, each episode or recollection of a time, is sparked by some kind of trigger like a picture, a smell or sound. We as readers don't see these but we can sense them.
I wondered about the chronology of the verses and were they all snapshots of 1985 - a very traumatic year if so. I can see why you'd have the Christmas kiss quite early because the mood and feel gradually become more sombre, and to put this at the end might have jarred. Maybe cheat a little and call it a Valentine kiss? Whatever - a small point.
'Enjoyed' is the wrong word, but I 'enjoyed' this a lot.
Regards
Nigel