Surviving the End
The end is always hard,
watching him pack and leave,
keeping the dogs from following,
keeping yourself from following.
After the end is always harder.
No help with groceries,
all the appliances break
and the lightbulbs burn out.
After the end of the end,
you find the ice cream
at the back of the freezer.
Life is good.
Incense of Absence
She lights the candles, incense
on the shrine to his departure.
Photographs and artwork
decorate the mantle,
as dancing light and sweet
aroma permeate the room.
She knows he won’t return
but she peeks through
velvet curtains, soft and red
as heart-stained lifeblood
racing through the
tangled knots of adoration
beating time to footsteps
that will never walk again.
Growing season
doesn’t end when plants
drop flowers and fade to brown.
The ground grows leaves
of red and gold
as autumn winds push summer out.
The ground grows ice
and snow, so white
when gripped in winter chill.
The ground grows graves
as we leave life
that grow new plants
that bask in spring.
Pebbles
He gives me pebbles
to skip across the lake,
and ripple the water
with the sound of light.
She used to
be a lilac tree,
bursting into spring.
Now she settles
in the sun,
to soak up all the warmth.
She used to listen
to the sounds
that float right past my ears.
Now she can’t hear
the wind, the birds,
my tread across the floor.
She looks for me
for fear she might
be left here all alone.
She used to live
for food and love.
That hasn’t changed a bit.
Nolcha Fox - Nolcha’s poems have been curated in
Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Alien Buddha Zine, Medusa’s Kitchen, and others. Her
poetry books are available on Amazon and Dancing Girl Press. Nominee for 2023
Best of The Net. Editor for Open Arts Forum. Accidental interviewer/reviewer.
Faker of fake news.
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These are fantastic! Such a sense of place.
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