Monday, April 4, 2016

The Cruelest Month - NAPOWRIMO April 3 and 4



spaces of longing and mourning

what was, what is, what will be, what will never be.

beginning where once only one walked the world

then others who shared the blood, the air, the milk of life,

arms reaching, legs walking, eyes looking for how far to go –

pushing how large their orbit will be,

while those on the ground wait to see

how much time for the comets to return,

blazing in the sky of home.

©2016 Noreen Braman


April City

Not the Spring day of years before,

no red-shoed woman sipping coffee in the sunshine,

no flowers handed out to young performers at Carnegie,

and the spired aeries are shrouded in clouds.

the great lady has set aside her jewels

and her gaze is cold and sullen

she refuses to shine on opening day

as her rain-splashed children dash between shelters

while Spring plays hardball with the city.

©2016 Noreen Braman

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