Betrayed

He's gone, dead, deceased yet not forgotten. He whom I spoke of in this blog so many times has passed away. Yes, my ex-boyfriend is gone. He was killed in a motor cycle accident on June 17th; he wasn't wearing his helmet. We spoke that same week and he had said he was feeling confused regarding "us" and didn't know what to do. I told him I would make it easy for him and told him I would not return to him. I do not regret telling him the truth and I left no words left unsaid to him nor to you. The betrayal was when he chose to not wear a helmet and left behind four children who loved him very much. His dreams and goals were left in the wind and within my grasp. We shared peace, love and poetry and it all gathered within our thoughts. Our goals were interchangeable as were our dreams. Leave no words left unsaid.

Knee Deep

I have been so focused on my business lately that I am not letting anything distract me for fear I may lose momentum.

words

I just arrived home from my reading which went very well.

Reading

This is one of the poems that I intend to read tonight. It is a summary of my childhood. How could someone who has claimed to love beyond existence so easily reach out and intentionally hurt the person he/she claims to love? How do you ask for forgiveness without the tail between your legs getting in the way

The strength is found in the love itself and not in the love of self, instead in the love of each other.

EMPTY

Off the banks of time

Sit memories of broken years

Listed under emotionless scars

Unable to summon the coldness of the summer

When time stood still across empty school yards

Flower pots recall the heavy scent of broadleaf geraniums

While railroad tracks memorize my empty steps

Many nights were spent waiting for the sunrise

Surrounded by the twinkling stars of fireflies

Porch still smelled like fresh picked tomatoes

Which now sit next to the red potatoes picked the day before

Hot, South Texas Wind fed into the open windows of my grandmother’s house

The house was empty except for the furniture and the people who lived in it

Compromised promises were the steps leading into the house

A fault line scarred myself in two

A single candle bearing the open armed icon sat waiting in darkness

for my mother’s return

Church bells slept all through the night

Otherwise they would have woken the dead

A lonely traffic light yawned between flashes of color

Tired of waiting for my mother

Straight lines of the mesquite bark tread my bare feet

As I climb my way up on the backs of mothers childhood memories

As she once climbed the same tree

My neighborhood slept, except for the wailing of the legend, of the hollering woman

With colors of the sunrise perched on my shoulder I waited

Until I heard the tired rumble of the engine of my mother’s car

Like a cat I pounced into dawn

Slipped into my bed before she quieted the sputtering car

Blinded my the darkness she did not see my eyes following her presence in the room

She moved from one bed to the other

From one sister to the other followed by my brother

If she had only listened she would have clearly heard the pounding of my heart

The house was empty except for the furniture and the people who lived in it

Expectations

I was planning to prepare for my reading for tomorrow night and instead worked on jewelry. I had a few orders to fill and I was able to get them all done.

Missing

It was a great weekend and I am happy to say I was able to get several things accomplished. I didn't get to see my father this weekend but we are hoping that next weekend we will barbque and make up for lost time.

Tuesday at La Cantera

 

 

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Mo H Saidi, MD, ALM
Managing Editor
Voices de la Luna: A Quarterly Poetry & Arts Magazine
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