You pass, as one does, a
Youthful woman, was that
You, way back when being
In your twenties was real
Time for you, when walking
Coatless towards a party
Did not send shivers up
Your arm and your allies
Carried beer and you held
The pizza box, every one
In this group gleeful and
Giddy with anticipation of
A good night out. Are they
All you? Passing time past
On this Saturday street as
If yesterday can be met in
Real time, you as you were
You as you are, a weekend
Stroll into what once was
Author Archives: TheRealTamara
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On second thought
You've made decisions without
The careful thought you should
Have given to every detail before
Making any decision at all
Should you let second thoughts
Guide you to indecision
Lead you astray away from
The life you're living
Is it too late to change course
Or is every course the right choice
Your life
Your life falls open,
Like a suitcase, what
Did you forget to pack?
The shirts rolled into
Neat rows, shoes wrapped
Sweaters, it might be
Colder than you expect.
You've brought one very
Dressy outfit, just in
Case. It's your life and
You are right to dream
Of balls and parties, of
A time when that dress,
Wrinkle-proof can come out
With you to dance the
Night away, let it fall
Where it may, but keep
That bag close in the
Overhead compartment, near
Enough so when your life
Unfurls like a paper fan
You have a carry on, packed
Carefully with what you need
You forgot nothing
When the world was
We had a chance when
The world was young
To make things better
To improve life here
To create a more humane
Future, to favor an
Outcome that showed
Progress. We had our
Chance, and many a
Prophet to guide us
Prophets we ignored
We chose to ignore, in
Willful ignorance of
How the world should
Look. We had a chance.
Smile
Never again will your
Smile greet me, broad
With delight, as if I
Bring the bright light
Home, giving me your
Sunshine for mine. It
Is a greeting I wish
I could hold in real
Life, not just in my
Mind's eye, in memory
Never again will your
Love shine its welcome
Upon me as I turn the
Corner and catch your
Eye, as happy to see
You as to be seen and
Welcomed, a smile for
Every muttered I love
You, for each kiss you
Accept, as pleased as
You are pleased. Never
Again, only in memory
And dreams. I am glad
For the memory of your
Smile. It is all I have
This acknowledgement
Of our love.
Snow
Slowfall. Snowfall. It covers
Everything, a blanket of little
Icy crystals, falls slowly, landing
Everywhere. It falls hard, or fast,
Blanketing your driveway and the car
That sat on it with a heavy white
Snowfall. Softfall. Quick or light,
It covers everything in a cold
Blanket.
April
It is April. Will we let
Chaucer forever define
This month? Is it truly
Cruel, tempting us with
The blooms that come
From the seeds we plant
Last year, perennially
Growing in the Spring.
Is it cruel because of
Its fecundity? Does it
Scare the puritan in us?
It is April. Can we claim
It for ourselves, reject
The harsh judgement that
Chaucer made? Glide from
This month into a rich
May, full of the colors
The April primrose laid
Out for our delight? It
Is April, and soon its
Promises will bring the
Lush landscape of May.
I remember this
You hated the word moist
I never knew why. Nor did
You, when asked to explain.
This is a memory this early
Morning. I also remember
How you shuddered when I
Described a food as silky.
Verbal quirks. Some of
These memories are edged
Forward by serendipity, I
Recall, seeing Marisa Tomei
In a YouTube bit and my
Review of her in a play
Years ago, in the first
Row, your knees touched
Hers in a scene in which
She sits on the stage apron.
You were delighted. She
Waved to you at her curtain
Call for Marie and Bruce.
You were even more delighted
What will surprise me today
For you are everywhere and
I am delighted.
Homesick
Do I know what makes me
Homesick?
With you gone, it's you
I miss you.
You who was always my
Home, my heart,
You were my hearth,the
Comfort
Of home is no comfort
Without
You. It is your warmth I
Miss.
I crave the comfort of
Home.
I miss you now that I am
Not by
Your side, I miss the part
Of me
That disappeared with you.
Our home
Is not my home anymore
It is not
What it always was, what
It should be,
With you no longer here.
Homesick,
It's wanting it like it
Was
Is it Spring
Is it Spring where you sit,
Basking in the light of day,
Not yet necessarily warm but
There is a clarity in the air.
It feels like a forewarning,
We expect blossoms to bloom
And bask in the sunlight too,
Warmed into colors, full and
Abundant, brightening where
You sit, basking in the light
Tamara, really 