Wednesday, 12 March 2025

Five Poems by Julie A. Dickson

 







No roommate, no cry

 

How peaceful it is,

lying in bed with only the sound

of morning, a few birds, wind

ruffling branches, perhaps a car

rolling by on its way somewhere.

 

I have no roommate, been alone

for a few years now, actually

I sleep much better, wake up

on my own, no one else there,

no snoring or wrestling for covers.

 

It’s ok. Don’t feel sorry for me.

I was married, perhaps you were too,

more than once for me, and a few

roommates or partners along the way

until I decided to stay by myself.

 

There may be times when I feel it,

a bit lonely, but I can choose friends,

family to be with, instead of a constant

presence; now the house is quiet

unless I want it to make noise.

 


My Bangs were always too Short

 

My bangs were seldom straight            Carol’s

hand shook badly   she’d made             several

passes, I told her to stop          too short

              kids laughed at the weird        fashions

forced on me    mother was popular       not me

            white blouses with        peter pan collars

decades out of style bobby socks        no nylons

until after you start high school              too late

A curtain fell

 

over the schoolyard that day

the last time recess would result

in play and not practice to hide

to stay inside out of the way

 

of stray bullets spewed out of guns,

sprayed through ankle-socked kids

more ready to learn than to lose

lives barely begun in a schoolyard

 

supposed to be safe, but where even

inside is anyplace that gunfire

cannot reach both students and teachers

cringe at backfired mufflers, books

 

hitting floors with a bang, all startle

bring more fear than a child needs

to feel or hear, echoes and screams

of friends, classmates no longer here

 

 

Why

 

Can no one spell correctly?

As far as I can tell, there is still school

or is the rule now that they not need

to form words or to know how to spell?

 

Why does no one listen?

They begin to speak over me, as I ask

questions, they are lax in their reply

or jump into reasons why they don’t know.

 

I do not understand today.

I learned to spell as a matter of course, we

had weekly quizzes, from teachers that we

meekly answered, just to learn.

 

It seems to me that language has lapsed

from proper speech to memes and clever

acronyms for sentences like lol and tdb,

to me, it’s too bad they learn this way.

 

Perhaps if they still taught to read, to spell

it would quell the need for auto-correct;

go back to dictionary look-ups instead of

hook-ups where each stares at a phone,

 

games and Facebook are the norm today,

back in my day, we played board games,

talked and laughed; now, I think they balk

at books and go back to their memes.

 


Where are you now

 

my first love, back then when I was

fraught with teen anxiety

butterfly flutters deep in my belly

waiting for the phone to ring?

 

Where are you now

 

father of my children, who told me

one day that you never loved me,

that you liked my shiny soft hair

and the sound of my voice?

 

Where are you now

 

the one I tried to save from himself,

who couldn’t hold a job for long,

who shared my bed and house until

I realized I could only save myself?

 

Where are you now

 

my last love, the one I would have

spent my life with, but told me I

was too old, that you wanted younger,

more attractive women to date?

 

Where are you now

 

any of you, as I wake alone, spend days

doing things I choose, but always just me,

seeing around me couples walking, loving,

holding hands. I stare at my empty palms. 

 








Julie A. Dickson is a long time poet and writer of YA fiction, with several full length works available on Amazon, as well as poetry appearing in many journals including New Verse News, Blue Heron Review and Lothlorien Poetry Journal. Dickson holds a BPS in Behavioral Science, is a past poetry board member, guest editor and former coordinator of workshops and 100 Thousand Poets for Change. She shares her home with two rescued cats, Cam and Jojo.





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