Friday, April 29, 2016

Never

Never




Never do we ask to be
In a place where demons
Are free to rule
With aggression and
Pointed vile words

Never

Never do we beg to feel
The piercing points of
Words meant to kill
One’s spirit

Never

Never are we poised and
And ready to
Discover we are
Loathed and Hated
By those we love

Never

Never are we prepared
To defend our heart’s
Passions and faults
For our heart is who
We are inside

Never

Never are we meant
To shed a million tears
Regretting life
Regretting love
Regretting hope
Regretting faith
Regretting our own 
Existence

Never

Monday, April 25, 2016

Tearing Apart

Evening skies are falling
Drenching my heavy heart
Tears from the clouds slash me
Reminding me of my loss
The stillness is
Tearing my heart

Apart

Wetness soaks me
My bones feel cold
Sounds of liquid stones
Pounding 
Penetrating my soul
The stillness is
Tearing my heart

Apart

The smell of the earth’s longing
As she drinks in the rain
Soothes my spirit
Hope perhaps 
Regained – no –
The stillness is
Tearing my heart

Apart

Evening skies groan
Hurling light across the heavens
I sit and remember
Through sight, smell and touch
Through hearing and taste
The stillness inside is
Tearing my heart

Apart





Poem and Photo by Maryanne Mesplé

Sunday, April 17, 2016

In The Stillness of The Night

~In The Stillness of The Night~

Softly, gently, in the stillness of night
Your spirit slipped away taking flight
You curled up your body as if
Putting it away
Not needing to come back
You simply flew away

My tears call your name
My prayers beckon an
Answer
And the night gives
Me promise
That there is a hereafter

You said good night
You whispered a good bye
And I was too busy to listen
Distracted by my day
To know you had gone
Deciding not to stay

Softly, gently, in the stillness of night
Your spirit slipped away taking flight
Not needing to come back
You simply
Peacefully
Flew away

My brother, William Edward Hughes - Bill
Flew off to heaven, February 6th, 2016



Poem by Maryanne Mesplé April 17, 2016

If I Could



If I could turn back the hands of time
I would give to her, my mom
A heated toilet seat
A walk in bath
A massage every night
For her tired aching feet

If I could turn back the hands of time
I would give to her, my mom
A kiss every hour just because
A hug each time I entered and left
Her room

If I could turn back the hands of time
I would give to her, my mom
Warm blankets all day long
Warm slippers for the nights
Warm pajamas to soothe her well used body

If I could turn back the hands of time
I would give to her, my mom
Long Loving looks into her eyes
And say
Thank you…
Thank you every time
My skin brushed her's
I would say thank you
Every time I drew a breath
I would say thank you
Every time a tear fell
Or a gush of laughter burst forth

If I could turn back the hands of time
I would give to her, my mom
More appreciation for
Every feather
Every ribbon
Every button
Every rubber band
Every paper clip
Every piece of saved paper “just in case”

If I could turn back the hands of time
I would give to her, my mom
Praise just for being my mom
Instead of being upset because she was not like me
And every moment of everyday
I would thank her for the all of me that is
Just like her

If I could turn back the hands of time
I would give to her, my mom
More Prayers upon my knees every night and
At each dawn
Thanking God for her, my mom

If I could turn back the hands of time
I would bring her back - my mom


Photo of Eleanor Ormsby Hughes Finley, my mom




Poem by Maryanne Mesplé April 17, 2016

We Are Intertwined



We sling lies
We spew venom
We crawl with the snakes
We scurry with the creatures
Of the emotional night

And Yet

For all the imagined poison
For all the imagined electrocutions
For all the imagined executions
Of my heart
Of their hearts
Of your heart
I remain in love
With your soul

Knowing you
I know me
Knowing we came from the same
Universal womb
Knowing we are one
Knowing we all have pain
Knowing we all have fears
Knowing – accepting

You will always remain
My brother
My sister
My kin
We are intertwined
Beyond thought

Your sufferings
Become my sufferings
And my reach for Love
Becomes your reach for love
We are one
Here
Now
Forever



~ Maryanne Mesplé April 17, 2016  - a snowy Sunday