Poetry Magazine

 

  Susan Troiano

USA

aka_susan_ann@yahoo.com

Night Air

The night is hot, my face is moist
I open the window wide
And the air from the lake blows round the room
The scent of mown grass wafts inside.

My hair is damp on the back of my neck
I twist it round my fingers
I pin it up, letting the tendrils fall
The heavy night air lingers.

The screen door squeals as I push past
And let the cool wash over
My bare feet delight in the dew on the lawn
My legs ankle deep in clover.

Oh sacred moment, I'm lost in thought
Of nights at ten like this
Running the bases, kick the can
Red light, green light-childhood bliss.

A smile on my older, wiser face
Looking younger tonight perchance
I am still and hearing the crickets sing
"Join the dance,
Join the dance,
Join the dance."

 

Hope

Every day
I drag myself through the motions
Hoping for relief
And even when
The day's not so bleak
I realize what I've been missing
The joy I could have
If I'd find it
Nestled in your arms
The contentment
of a heart to heart
Chest to chest contact
The skin and the sweat
The warmth
All lost to me now
But God knows
You know
My heart, my smile
You know
I do have a strength
And even with you gone
I feel it, hope it
Believe it
God
Always, ever present
In me
And praise be to God
For all hope is gone
When the heart gives up
And all the joy I'd thought of
Dwindling
You are the one who showed me this
And now I touch you
So you will be whole.

 

Shine

As I think about my life
The many people that have walked through
Some stand out more than others
Those who shine like so many
Stars
Those whose hearts are made of gold
And who don't look at friends as something to collect
But to cherish-
And as I look upon my life Forty years hence
If I am fortunate to live
So long
If not so well--
I will think upon you my friend
And will always smile
You being one of those stars
That stand out
In the darkness of the night sky
As well
As a weary heart.

 

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