Hold your head up high,
Keep your eyes on the banner,
Look! Oh how it waves!
Forever green, yet golden,
May it be ever rising.
Category: Poetry
What odd sensations
My tongue feels false in my mouth
Metallic, slug-like
Fingers and toes feel blunted
As if stubbed repeatedly
I defy the thought
I chose to weather with you
Every season’s gift
Summer’s fruit, Autumn’s harvest,
And Winter’s delicate kiss.
Chemo brain is real
Second guessing every move
Doubting what you said
Or what your thought you had said
Or when you thought you said it.
Some may say our love
Is like the Sakura tree
Blooming in Springtime
Intoxicatingly pink
Followed by barren branches
Out every window
The message rings loud and clear,
“Alone together,”
My eyes go watercolor,
The view is still beautiful.
Winter’s gate closes
In its wake Spring comes again
A cycle renewed
Sprouts tracking above the blue
That which gives us radiance
A well-built breakfast,
Starting before a sunrise,
Two eggs and wheat toast
Jam, potatoes, and my friends,
These are the things I crave.
Tonight, star gazing!
Hoping for a shooting star
To catch my wishes
I feel young! And I feel old…
As my eyes wane with the moon.
What a summer child!
And yet, these words still ring true.
For every evening
The gates of reality
Blends and bends towards soaring flight.