belong to the wind

erased slowly from existence
life buried in a safer place
one of kindness, and simplicity
each day’s shavings belong to the wind

by jennifer fifield

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suddenly (a borrowed book)

book google wikimediaI remembered
while turning the pages

you
had
borrowed
this
book.

I wondered
while turning the pages

What parts
were your favorite; which words
made you linger?
What pages rested on your bed,
atop your sheets,
as you drifted to sleep
at night?

I remembered
while turning the pages

you
had
touched
this
book.

 

Written by Jennifer A. Fifield
Image from Google (Wikimedia Commons)

distant

tree in park google wikimediaEarly morning dreams
you silently,
slowly
wave hello

In the park,
of family picnics, atop
dry yellow grass.
‘Twas a version of
you. New and old. Standing,
limbs awakened.

The wave, distant.

Not knowing
what to believe, one
hopes
you see him.
… catch up
on story telling.
… fill in the holes
of
pieces
lost.

A numbed existence,
altered
by loss, has
inundated any emotion.
Tears dilute
all
that
was.

Early morning dreams
you silently,
slowly
wave goodbye.

 

Written by Jennifer Fifield
Image from Google Images