Musings by The Poet Loriet

Poetry by Lori

Believe those who are seeking the truth.
Doubt those who find it.
~Andre Gide ~

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Until Now

Webfairy

This used to be one of
my favorite times of year...
until now.

My peonies are coming up
where there was bare ground
all winter long.

My lilac trees are blooming
big beautiful fragrant lavender
flowers, the first blooms
on the tree in front,
the baby that had been barren.

As days turn warmer,
I want to string white lights
on my back deck, buy
patio furniture with
umbrellas in beautiful patterns.

I want to light bamboo torches,
dig out hula hoops and frisbees,
set up my pool, my lounge chairs,
spend lazy days in the sun
with the sound of children
splashing around me...
but there will be no pool,
not this year.

There won't be friends
having contests spitting
watermelon seeds or jars of
fireflies used for nightlights.

Not this year...
I have no home and we are
the family that will live
in the glass jar with air holes
punched in the lid with sharp knives.

This used to be my favorite
time of year until now,
until the realtor came
and put a For Sale sign
in my yard blocking the
gazing ball I used to
sit on my porch and tell
my dreams to.

I don't know where
my home is anymore.
Help me. I am lost.

Lori Beal