In the Manner of Emily Dickinson
As for Death
As for Death, I am unpracticed—
But for a glimpse of God.
Heaven’s promised to every soul,
So entry was my goal.
I begged for entrance—twice—
Once in a coma then in a dream—
So real were they both!
I felt a tinge of grief and loss—
God didn’t keep his Oath!
I Wish the Words
I wish the words
Upon my door
To say “Please enter here”—
Not farewell to a life
Not a nod to grief or fear
Just “Come in! Take a seat.
Enjoy some wine or beer.
Let’s converse, have some laughs
And all around— Good Cheer!”
There Was a Knock
There was a knock
Upon the pane—
Twas my mother’s Ghost—
At last, she told me
where she’d been—
And why—and where it was.
Twas not the sky—
Twas in a slice of dust.
She’d found a home, new friends, new food—
A heavenly retreat.
Should I leave to see her there?
Someday, I must—I must.
My Mother Haunts My Twitter Feed
My mother haunts my Twitter feed.
I chase her through the posts.
She likes some friends and others not.
Blocks my loves and follows Elon Musk.
Her comments, hieroglyphic swirls.
Her reasons, soporific hurls.
My feed is Mother’s stomping ground.
Be gone, I cry—This is my room!
Get your own account!
All great poems Barbara congrats
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DeleteIt's hard to choose a favourite. Loved all the poems, Barbara.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Smitha! So happy you liked them!
DeleteI love these. Words well put together that leave me thinking.
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