Monday 22 January 2024

Five Poems by CLS Sandoval, PhD

 



Alexandrine Realization

 

My greatest accomplishments are behind me

I once was so young and impressive, beautiful

Always moving so quickly toward the finish line

So many people said, “Wow! She’s so very young!”

 

I once was so young and impressive, beautiful

I had finished degrees in my early twenties

So many people said, “Wow! She’s so very young!”

Champion undergrad speaker and debater 

 

I had finished degrees in my early twenties

I’m sometimes ashamed I still don’t own my own home

Champion undergrad speaker and debater 

My greatest accomplishments are behind me

 


 

Before bed, I

 

Say my prayers

Look at your shining face

Pet the dog

Reach for your hand

Type just one more email

Gently brush your curl behind your ear

Take a sleep aid

Remember you aren’t there

 

 


Missed Meeting

 

The meadow collects dew all night 

to display it as liquid gems on grass tiaras

The deer sip the crowns 

from the moist ground

 

Birds swoop toward the open field

Trees surround the meeting spot

 

She came to meet him here

He promised he would show up

Right here in the break in the wood

 

It’s been hours and she’s still alone

She shifts away from the tree she has been leaning on

Finally convinced that all he fed her was lies

 

She fingers the damp grass along the edge of the wood 

making her way toward the babbling waters

As the creek bends away from her

she feels it pull

Maybe she’ll follow



 

The Conversation that Never Started

 

She sat, staring out the window.  The fire crackled and danced in the fireplace.  She caught it out of the corner of her eye.  Tonight was cooler than it had been in a while.  She pulled her wrap just a bit tighter on her shoulders.  She knew she was mourning.  Mourning what she thought he was supposed to be.  Mourning what she knew she had to do next.  She considered talking to him one last time, but wasn’t sure if he cared to hear her point of view.  He had asked several times for her attention, but she couldn’t hear him over the rain.



 

The Path of Most Resistance

 

My daughter never wants to 

learn her lessons 

the first time

 

She prefers to 

resist with 

all she has

 

Fight and insist on 

doing everything 

the hard way

 

My mother used to tell me, 

You lie when the truth fits better

 

She’d accuse me of being 

Hard-headed

 

She’d say, You’d rather be right than be successful

 

She was right all along

 

I made her life harder, 

but also mine

 

I see now that it was all 

in preparation for my daughter

 

The one, 

who just like me,

always takes the path of


most resistance

 





CLS Sandoval, PhD (she/her) is a pushcart nominated writer and communication professor with accolades in film, academia, and creative writing who speaks, signs, acts, publishes, sings, performs, writes, paints, teaches and rarely relaxes.  She’s a flash fiction and poetry editor for Dark Onus Lit.  She’s presented at communication conferences, published 15 academic articles, two academic books, three full-length literary collections, three chapbooks, as well as flash and poetry pieces in literary journals, recently including Opiate Magazine, The Journal of Magical Wonder, and A Moon of One’s Own.  She is raising her daughter and dog with her husband in Alhambra, CA. 


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