Category Archives: Poetry

Omit the Letter ……!

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OMIT THE LETTER……

The simple choice would be

Write the post without the letter Z

But it would not be fun

To omit the senseless one

Everyone could write blog posts

Without the letter Z, of course.

So choose one which is tricky

The first one on the list

Seriously, I insist

Might you do it if you tried?

Hit on those keys to see

If in the Letters you choose

This one, you did exclude

Could you write the blog post, my friend?

Would we recognize, in the words you wrote

The single vowel you left out

In the entire post?

This is in response to The Daily Post, writing prompt:

TWENTY FIVE

There are 26 letters in the English language, and we need every single one of them. Want proof? Choose a letter and write a blog post without using it. (Feeling really brave? Make it a vowel!)

In a Blink

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In A Blink

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In a blink

It all changed

The laughing joy

Turned wracking tears

The smiling boy

Turned angel wings

In a blink

It all changed

There was no warning

No sign of things to come

One moment he was with us

The next

He was gone

Hold tight your treasures

Hold tight your loves

Life can take a sudden change

In only

A blink

© S. Tennyson Taylor

The Warmth of Your Love

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Two years ago today, my mother departed a sick, bedridden body and went to heaven. Walking proud and healed of all her sickness. It is easier this year than it was last year. I feel both sadness and comforted by that. I wrote this poem in memory of her.

 

The Warmth of Your Love

©S. Tennyson Taylor

 

Not a second goes by

When I don’t feel the warmth of your love

It has been two years today

Since I said goodbye

And yet, in each significant moment of my life

In each small act of kindness

I feel the warmth of your love

You taught me strength

You showed me kindness

You held my hand when we walked

You held me close when I was afraid

I felt the warmth of your love

I watched as disease riddled your body

The C word

The horrible, awful C word

You fought hard, squeezed out every bit of life you could

But in the end, the angels came

I can no longer wrap my arms around you

I can no longer sit up all night talking with you

I can no longer see your sweet face

But, no matter where I am

No matter what I am doing

Each and every day

I can still feel

The warmth of your love

My mom and I in 2007

My mom and I in 2007

And Yet I Always Knew

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As I reach the closing pages of the book

 I find myself wanting

 Needing more

In the verses before me told the life of a sister

 I never knew I had

I had chosen to finish these pages with the sand between my toes

 Because it was my sister’s wish

It was still almost impossible to imagine

 And yet somehow I always knew

I always felt something was missing

A part of me

It wasn’t until she passed away

And the journal found its way to me

That I felt whole

It sounds odd to feel whole after the death of someone

And yet

 That is what I am now

 I am whole

 In my hand I hold the life stories of my twin

And someday

 We will meet again

This is in response to The Daily Post Prompt: Edge of the Frame – We often capture strangers in photos we take in public. Open your photo library, and stop at the first picture that features a person you don’t know. Now tell the story of that person.

Would I be a fly on the wall of your mind?

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Would I be a fly on the wall of your mind?

Eavesdropping on your thoughts

Unable to alter the course you’re plotting

Would I want the responsibility it held?

Would I still be able to hear my own thoughts?

No, I’ll travel the road of unawareness

I’ll keep the sanity within my own mind

I’ll leave your thoughts alone

A sacred room for only you

© S. Tennyson Taylor

In response to The Daily Post: Full Disclosure Prompt

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