Silent? #poetry

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(c) 2017, Pamela Schloesser Canepa

I am only silent

since I think before I speak. 

I am only silent   

because I’m not ready.  Don’t rush me. 

I’m silent because I think things through,

because there is so much, 

Not because I’m less than you. 

I’m silent not because there’s nothing there, 

but because there’s so much there

beyond this moment.

When all is shuffled and well-placed,

I shall no more be silent.

 

 

Y is for Yesterday. #AtoZChallenge #NAPOWRIMO

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(c) 2017, by Pamela Schloesser Canepa

Yesterday I was young,

but a new day has begun.

Every day is youngest at its dawn

If I look ahead I can go on.

 

Yesterday has brought me here,

why would I deny it?

Yet, I can’t stop at yesterday,

Nor can I sit beside it.

 

Let’s sing a song of yesterday,

when we were fresher, younger,

then put such thoughts safely away,

and as new people, strive onward.

*I’ve joined the April A to Z Blogger’s Challenge!  Can you believe it’s almost over?  I’ve just about done it!  Each day this month, I have written something based on the next letter in the alphabet.  It’s been challenging and fun while giving me a chance to pause for reflection as well.

Want to know more about the A-Z blog challenge?  Visit http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com

D is for Dog. A haiku. #AtoZChallenge #NAPOWRIMO

PrismaPhotoArt_7-25-2016_71837_PM A haiku in honor of Bixby, the one who is always excited to see me and go places with me!

By Pamela Schloesser Canepa

 

A Haiku

This is what I see:

Man with a dog in the rain.

HE is not alone.

 

*Photo taken 2015, Prisma filter added.

My House of Cards, #poetry

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My House of Cards  (c) 2017, Pamela Schloesser Canepa

The House of Cards had thrived on hope

And goodness, love, and light

The hope was that it was enough

to keep us safe and sound.

The House of Cards became cover

for turned heads and bitter words,

For selfishness and wrath.

But of all things considered,

at least we had a house.

The House of Cards can never beat

a beast that grows within.

For a House of Cards is still just cards,

almost paper thin.

I rid the house of one

offending sort,

and some of us remained.

There is a slightly haunted feel,

I wish it would depart.

But anywhere that I should go

a part of it would follow.

The House of Cards surrounds me now,

within a malevolent wind

I sometimes feel it will blow down

and I’ll have nothing left.

But this House of Cards is what I have

and I have made it mine.

I have sheltered others here,

even if for a short time.

And when it is all said and done,

I hope that mine will be

the House of Cards that withstood all

and always sheltered me.

Photo courtesy of Pixabay.

 

 

 

Sisterly Love, Stated. A Poem.

Sisterly Love, Stated. A Poem(c) Pamela Schloesser Canepa

Here’s to the girl who pulled me out of my hard shell cocoon in the corner of the classroom, and dared me to break out and find another side of me. I love you.Don’t forget my friend from our old church school, who still prays for me to this day, though our lives have gone such separate ways.We are still some kind of sisters.And the one whose identity was a mystery to me. Oh, the questions I asked, ……….Please view the rest at Source: Sisterly Love, Stated. A Poem.

*Photo credit, Pixabay (Creative Commons)trust-649465_1280

Tenuous Grasp. #poetry #prayer

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A Tenuous Grasp

(c) 2017, Pamela Schloesser Canepa

My brave face only hides

The tears I swallow inside.

I will stay strong for you,

though fear is in my soul,

For I too, float, ungrounded

and I am without control.

 

I am praying for God’s help,

in guiding me and you,

for I am dodging life’s swift blows,

I don’t know what else to do.

 

 

 

 

1/01/17 Waiting. #freeverse #poetry

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Purgatory
Is the hospital waiting room
On New Year’s day.
News does not arrive, so I wait an hour.

Then wait some more.

A woman in the next room howls with grief.                                                                                      Her son is gone.

Her shock rings in my bones.

And I am stuck in between two places,

praying my emotions will soon soar with relief, yet feeling her pain.

I still wait.

A mother does this for her child…..              Still hoping the news is good,

I will go to the bowels of grief and unknowing pain for you, if that is the place to find you

Every time, when one time is too many to bear.                                                                            Even when torn apart, only to be pieced back together,                                                              these pieces of my heart.

I pray they won’t be broken again                                                                                                            while raising my chin to the heavens in thanks.