Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Friday Night Lights

Friday Night Lights

I wait,
hoping that she will stay at rest tonight.
It should be that way,
for the fifth day sky was brilliantly blue and
the evening sun softly pink.

I wait,
hoping that she will comfort and sooth.
It should be that way,
for the fifth night sky screams hot white flashes and
midnight growls under violent black clouds.

I wait
hoping that she will awaken tomorrow.
It should be that way,
for these fifth days give way to moldy green sunrise bruises and
sixth days filled with blood red memories.


I have created a page for Anna's Diary.  It can be found under the Tab titled Anna's Diary.
I have posted all of the entries to date there, starting with January 1, 1929.


Here are the past two days from Anna's diary:
Wed. November 27, 1929
Home all day.  Made sauce for tomorrow to bring to Grandma M's.  [Hey, I made sauce/gravy too, Anna]
Thurs. November 28, 1929
Thanksgiving Day.  Had dinner at Grandma M's.  All grandchildren there.  Elsie, May and myself.  Brought Vera home with me to stay week-end.  Getting quite cold out.



4 comments:

  1. All right for Lynda Grace! Your poetry is exquisite. I like to write poetry also, but I never like to read it afterward.

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    1. Thanks Mark.
      Although I don't do it often, I like to write "poetry" because I can express my feelings loud and clear, while at the same time being quietly subtle.

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  2. Powerful words, Lynda. I am especially caught by the moldy green sunrise bruises of the fifth day and the bloody red memories of the sixth day. December 5th and 6th perhaps?

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    1. JT, this has several meanings for me. It's a tough time.
      I always appreciate your thoughtfulness in remembering. Thank you.

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