The narrative expresses Colleen’s feelings on a rainy Saturday, reflecting a mix of melancholy and nostalgia. She talks about weather, upcoming birthdays, and missing her father. Despite the gloom, she finds solace in conversations with her lifelong friend and dreams of future vacations, longing for brighter days ahead.
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Ship Without A Sail
The post reflects the author’s emotional exhaustion after attending a cousin’s funeral. The poem “Ship Without a Sail” symbolizes feeling lost and directionless. Despite the hardships, the author emphasizes the importance of loving deeply and living life to the fullest as a form of sage advice for coping with life’s difficulties.
The Art of Letting Go
The Art of Letting Go painunwindshold me tightfingers entwinedthroughout the long nightas fear churns through my mindawaken me from bad dreamsquiet my screams as darkness fallsgrotesque shadows dance upon my wallsthe light at the end of the tunnel glowsthe point of no return, nobody knowsthough grains of sand are trickling fastour opportunities have passedalbeit throughContinue reading “The Art of Letting Go”
Another Oklahoma Day
Another Oklahoma Day It’s just another Oklahoma day,the blazing sun is dropping low.The crops are wilting in the fields,the ominous west wind blows. Relentless heat is a wall of fire,draining the life out of my veins.My lungs struggle to take in fresh air,bones and muscles racked with pain. Tired eyes turn skyward, pray forContinue reading “Another Oklahoma Day”
The Beacon
The Beacon She is the beaconguiding in the storms of lifeunwavering light. She raised her childrenwith unconditional lovealways supportive. She nursed all our illscold ginger ale and crackersloving caregiver. She exudes wisdomalways speaking her true mindshining her bright light. She radiates strengthmy divine inspirationmy kind role model. She is my motherher home is also myContinue reading “The Beacon”
Cloudburst
Cloudburst There’s a low hanging kind of gloomstretching across the twilight skylike nefarious, ugly castaways pregnant with foul regretstruth tinged with suspicious lies. A cold western wind rises upand the clouds burst wide opentorrents of raindrops tilt sidewaysa raging river in the asphaltfoils my ill-timed escape. And I am running for my lifecries and cursesContinue reading “Cloudburst”
Colleen Keller Breuning 