Not Family, Just Conveniently So

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i was good enough…

when you stole your son’s savings and needed to replace it
when your credit sucked and i had to be the executor instead
when your husband beat the crap out of you and you needed a place to stay
when you needed money to buy gifts at Christmas
when you asked me to do a fundraising campaign for your charity

but i’m the asshole 

right…

Lisa Tomey

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Silence

The morphine drip is shielded
Hidden from plain sight
Tucked away in her nest
Snuggled under fresh covers
No pain, no worries
Just solemn slumber
Taking a cue from her
I push my recliner close to her bed
I press my body close to her side
Taking her hand, I close my eyes
And enjoy peaceful slumber
This is the supreme closeness we need
Hers to know she’s not alone
Assurance as she grasps my hand snuggly
As much as I grasp hers
And rest we must
Her for relief of pain
Me for energy restoration
And we sleep

Brother

What can I tell?
When the owl roosts on the branch
Each night watching me as I fall to sleep
Often, I wondered
If the owl knew my thoughts
My worries
And I often thought he did
He came to visit each night
Witnessing my young teen life
And it seems he stopped by
Just when I needed some assurance
Of a life truly meant to be certain
When my heart was breaking
Because of the loss of my brother
The owl stopped by each night
To make certain I could sleep
Hearing his call helped me rest
It’s odd, don’t you think?
How he came by each night
Just when I needed
The presence of my brother
He came by every night

Tulips Stand

The light as bright as paperwhites
Casting hues of silky sheened pinks
And purples, gray shadow tones
Tipped in white paintbrush strokes
Majestic pillars
Supporting the cast of orchestras
Trumpeting to the skies
Allegiance to life
Standing firm
Green pillars of strength
Mountains call their names

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Lisa Tomey has been writing poetry since childhood. She believes in life-long learning and tender, loving care of one’s work. She published her chapbook, Heart Sounds in 2018, and has been in Wolff Poetry Literary Magazine and other publications. Lisa works with poets as an editor. Read her stories and poems online: Prolific Pulse

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Reblog – Magical 3 – When Three is Love by Deepa

Such a positive and uplifting piece. Enjoy!

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aone is lonely
two is a couple
why do people say
three’s a crowd
when two becomes three
it becomes a tree
a family tree
for the future generations
to see
it is all because
of the
magic number three

a magic number
of possibilities
with a beginning
middle
and end
three 
promises
to fulfill
your wishes

one stands alone
two can be divided
things happen in 3’s
just like
three little pigs
three blind mice
three musketeers
three wise men
goldilocks and three bears

three isn’t a crowd
when it comes
to our siblings
it is merrier 
to be in three
as there is an option
to think free

three is love
three big cheers
if you agree with me!

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Her Hands

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i look at my hands
and discover
they’re her hands

my veins
are not as plump
nor as soft

as a young child
her hands
gave me comfort

her veins
were my toy
to rub for hours

this one allowed act
was solace for me
for her too it seemed

a simple act
of touch
we both needed

the affection stopped
as i grew older
and we moved far away

other memories
were of rigidity and coldness
and superficial acknowledgment

when i found she wrote poetry
i realized
another connection

remembering
her hands
brings me closer still

Loved One Cloud

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I was touched by the descriptions you all shared with me. Thank you all for participating in my Loved One prompt earlier this week. There ended up being only one repeated word – caring. Two words – loss and desolate – made me hurt for them. It’s sad to think the most prominent thought about their friend was causing them pain. I will selfishly tell you though that those difficult words and another challenge prompted a good piece of writing from me! Maybe that helps to balance it? Oh, how I love the writing community! The inspiration is everywhere!

Here is something else to think about. This collection of words reflects just one person in your lives. Now multiply that by you having an average of three or four best friends and family.  You are incredibly fortunate to have this closeness in your circle. I’m very happy for you! 🙂

Again, thanks for playing! ❤

Intimidation

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I nearly stumbled down the grassy hill after Theresa punched me in the stomach. My left arm struggled to hold on to the books in the crook of my elbow. The right one, swinging free, hung limp. It seemed the fear was more significant than my humiliation. I couldn’t fight back.

Theresa’s rage quickly turned towards my sister. For just a moment, I felt relief that I wasn’t her target anymore. But I did nothing to stop what was coming. My sister had her ponytail pulled so hard; I could see the redness of her scalp and little spots of blood from the ripped out hair. Still scared, I knew this aggression was far from over. The sinking feeling in my stomach was causing havoc on all the nerves in my body. I wished so hard not to be there anymore.

Why were we being attacked? What is it I was supposed to have done to Theresa for this aggression towards my sister and myself? I was so confused. I was scared too. So scared.

Theresa turned around to me again with a look that backed me way down into myself. She threatened my life, and I believed her. Then she slammed her open right hand so hard up against the left side of my head, leaving me with nothing but loud ringing in that ear. It was surreal. The left side of my whole body felt numb and on fire at the same time, while the right side was still part of the ordinary world. She glared at me as we both precariously stood on the hill. She’d braced herself into the hill, and I’d leaned slightly back, securing a foothold in the grass. I remember hearing her mumblings in my head after a bit, but for the life of me, not one sentence in my mind was coherent. I still can’t remember what she said or what I replied. Whatever it was that I uttered, the words seemed to appease her. I’d managed a reprieve for myself and my sister. Our tormentor finally left us alone and walked away.

I can still remember the colors of the grass. And the everydayness of that regular walk to the house. The smell of the wind wasn’t meaningful, and nothing was out of the ordinary. It was all just so average. In a second, all that changed to me becoming a bruised emotional wreck along with my sister. That afternoon was awful. Bathed in fear, I was feeling about as small as anyone could get. But I remember still being happy to have walked away relatively unscathed. This attack happened, for no reason other than Theresa had a bad day. She was a bully, and we were her targets du jour. We happened to cross paths with her on the way home from school — lucky us being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

In looking back, I realized courage was lacking in me that day. Self-preservation was the instinct on that hill. But it stirred a resolve in me. I wasn’t going to back down anymore. I realized I shouldn’t be afraid to stand against anyone who would seek to harm me or anyone else who was vulnerable. I wasn’t going to be intimidated anymore.

Camouflaged Love

love hate

The hate
it comes in waves
you think that’s all there is
there’s more…

Underneath the hate
is a love aching to be healed
able to love again
deeply        better next time

I buried my love for you
you pushed it deeper
and away from sight
waiting for a rebirth

Is it possible to love again
after so much pain
will I choose it
or continue with my hate

Achingly slow is the healing process
one justified reason after another
makes me take my time
to resolve this pain

*Originally published on PhiloSusi 7/6/2015. Reposted with revisions.

Whispering Gratitude

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one last time
a slow stroll
rising up the stairs
feeling the worn railing
under my hands
gliding on the smoothness
of years waxed
with the oils of progeny

peering into the empty bedrooms
faintly hearing the cacophony
of my giggling girls
from ancient slumber parties
the distant laughter
echoing in the corners
what the walls have heard
of childhood secrets

turning to the future
gently placing one foot
down in front of the other
thank you, safe haven
i’ll treasure the memories
as one last sigh escapes
and one tear travels down
i say goodbye