Her Love November 22, 2019
Posted by findingherforte in poetry, Uncategorized, writing.Tags: death, family, grief, grieving, love, poetry, sadness
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It sounded like laughter
like loud exclamations of love
It sounded like birthday celebrations, every year,
no matter the space between us
Her love was so great that
no distance, not even hundreds of miles
could tame it.
Her love was breakfasts too large
for one visiting grandchild
bacon, eggs, and pancakes piled high
Her love was sharing the quiet
of a sleeping house
and late-night television
with a granddaughter who, also, was a night owl.
Her love isn’t a “was”
Her love IS
It’s in the warmth found
on a cold day
It’s a hug that takes all worries away
It’s in food
made with care
It’s in the act
of just being there.
It’s strong and enduring
and ready to be carried with us
Shared. Passed along.
Do as she would:
live and love fiercely.
As red as the lipstick
left behind from countless kisses,
it will color my heart
for the rest of my life.
peak facade August 13, 2019
Posted by findingherforte in poetry, Uncategorized, writing.Tags: beauty, facade, flowers, green, hiking, mountain, mountain pass, nature, pacific northwest, pnw, poem, poetry, stone, vulnerability, vulnerable
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Your rocky surface
coarse and cold
Til rain descends
and green takes hold
To mold and claim
your rusty hues
Verdant now
with forest views
Flowers wild
like twinkling stars
Cracks in stone
your earthly scars
Softened stone
and bladed grass
We paved a path
and you let us pass
A Cat June 4, 2019
Posted by findingherforte in poetry, Uncategorized, writing.Tags: cat, death, grieving, lucky
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A cat does not live
here anymore
He will not meet me
at the door
Or scatter litter
across the floor
A cat does not live
here anymore
I will not hear his
nightly yowls
or see him sprawled
across the towels
I will not feel him
warm and soft
Or hear his purr
as he drifts off
A cat does not live
here anymore
He’s in my heart
forever more
Lucky Lou Perkins
July 23, 2004-June 4th 2019
Foliage October 23, 2017
Posted by findingherforte in poetry, writing.Tags: autumn, beauty, blues, day, ember, fire, leaves, life, nature, poem, poetry, weather
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I awoke to a world on fire
warm and crispy hues
stark against the greens and blues
I had grown so accustomed to
Right beneath my feet
bright embers licked the ground
the stillness of the morning broken
by the smothered, crunching sound
Cold winds promised solace
but spread the fire far
whispering cruel, unyielding truths
til all the trees were bare.
11 days February 3, 2017
Posted by findingherforte in poetry, Uncategorized, writing.Tags: alone, birth, birthdays, late, life, loss, mom, poetry, writing
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Today is the day
I was meant to be born
My mother alone
My father at war
How cruel I was
making my mother wait,
11 days late
Even at my earliest moments
I was hesitant.
Afraid to begin.
How worried she must have been
after four losses
driven to continue, to try
no matter the cost
I was born from determination
from a love so strong
it did not stop
I hope I was worth the wait, Mom.
Mother of Gods January 31, 2017
Posted by findingherforte in poetry, Uncategorized, writing.Tags: birth, existence, gods, life, mother, poetry, spirit, writing
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Seven climbed the
green foothills
made a camp
and slept so still
Eight there were
when morning came
without a reason,
without a name
Did you give birth?
They asked of her
“I did not wake,
I did not stir.”
Yet there he was
A life brand new
wrapped in cloth
of gold and blue
Note: Sorry it has been awhile. Poetry is something that kind of happens to me, instead of me conjuring it. You know?
Andromeda May 7, 2016
Posted by findingherforte in poetry, writing.Tags: accident, andromeda, car, poetry, remember, shield, stars, strong, trauma, warrior, writing
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My gilded warrior.
Your armor was forged
By starlight
Your aura undefinable
By mortal eyes.
There were no others like you
And there never will be again.
You took an oath.
You pledged your heart
And body to my cause
I trusted and loved you
More than I can describe
In an otherwise ordinary moment
You had an opportunity to
Prove your loyalty
And you did
Swiftly
And without hesitation
I can still hear the ringing dissonance of battle
And the awful, heart stopping
Crunch
Of your shield taking its final blow,
Your starlight scattering, falling
To the ground to be snuffed out.
Your armor stood between me
And what could have been my end
We both knew that someday it
Might come to this
But we pushed those thoughts away.
Optimistic fools.
When the stardust settled,
And I picked myself up,
Your broken body remained still.
Silent.
I curse myself for ever accepting your oath
And putting you in harm’s way
But I know in my heart
This is what you would have wanted.
A warrior’s death.
Slumbering Peaks July 22, 2015
Posted by findingherforte in poetry, writing.Tags: adventure, dream, mountain, nature, pacific northwest, peaks, poem, sleep, war
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High above where the air is thin
the fir-backed giants slumber.
Sleeping deep and dreaming big
their earthly lives none remember.
The trees sway and rocks tumble
the dreaming giants quake.
Prophecised or otherwise
for reasons lost, the mountains wake.
Pulling up roots and bending their knees
tree trunks crack against ancient bones.
Much has changed since last it woke
empires lost and new seeds sown
Shaken by sights of smoke and tar,
it sleeps to escape the age of war.
Twist of Fate March 20, 2015
Posted by findingherforte in poetry, writing.Tags: charm, destiny, fantasy, fate, magic, necklace, pendant, poem, poetry, twist of fate, witch, writing
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He grabbed the necklace
around her neck
and pulled down and away
but the clasp was too strong
so she bent at the waist,
at the strength of it.
It dug into the skin around her neck
the chain of fate,
of burden, and
of power.
She smiled at her feet
and took this moment to
gather herself for his
next actions
his knuckles were white
as his grasp on the pendant
tightened.
She gathered her will,
her faith,
and her courage
and it manifested.
In the palms of her hands,
glowing violet and pulsing
The pendant burned his hand
and he stumbled back.
The witch stood straight again.
Thankfully he had remembered to cast
his eyes away,
her spell broken and powerless
without the windows
to his soul
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