“I Love You”s

img_20200301_151305She is not one to say it often. I’m not sure why that is. Maybe she doesn’t know how, never learned how. Maybe she’s just not good at it.

My mom has been on her own, for the most part since she was thirteen. Her mom died one morning as she was readying her daughters for school.
I’m thinking since then, she has had issues with god / creator for letting such a catastrope befall her and her younger sister.

Some things trickle down, whether it was meant to or not.

I am no good at love. Most times leave me feeling like a lunatic, if not acting like one.

But, I keep an open heart. Even so, “I don’t know why I was surprised every time love started or ended.” I guess in a cock-eyed sorta of way, I believe in love.

Pat R

3/17/20

Over at dVerse Poets Pub the prompt is to write prose (keeping it tight at no more than 144 words) and to include the line below:-
“I don’t know why I was surprised every time love started or ended.”

https://dversepoets.com/2020/03/16/prosery-surprised-or-not/

Breach

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a lawyer / pastor’s
theft of offerings and souls –
double criminal
an ongoing breach of faith
bereft, her search continues

Pat R
2/09/19

For Colleen’s Tanka Tuesdays, writer’s choice of words. I chose bereft & faith

 

Beliefs & Strange

a matter of faith –
came to trust subtle nudges,
though mystifying

this thing that guides me, at times
so hands on, captivating

Pat R

7/25/18

For Collen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge where the prompt is synonymns of Beliefs & Strange.
I used Trust & Mystifying
Beliefs…Trust

Strange…Mystifying

To see other responses or to participate go here

Celestial Dots


Photo credit, prompt is photo.

 

into this life
a star or two has fallen –
celestial dots

Pat R

11/02/17

For Sonya over at ‘only100words

 

&

Rajani over at Thotpurge
Where she is hosting a month of micropoetry. Do drop by and join in

 

Micropoetry Month: Nov 2017: #2

Autumn Blues

 

It has been a strange eight days mired in joy, anxiety, stress and sadness.

Two home-goings, one way before his time. An ambitious young man, twenty two years old, on a new journey to law school. Now, a journey diverted, a soul called home. Leaving a mother grief stricken and numb.

The other, of her time. She had lived some life.

In between these, was a wedding in a most peaceful setting in the mountains. This odd mix of joy and sorrow came in threes.

short goodbyes –
lurking in cool air
autumn blues

Pat R
8/31/17