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 Another day dawns

But the reality remains unchanged

She is gone!

 

The pain comes in waves

Intensifying now, then receding, waning

She is gone!

 

The hurt in my soul

A mass of bruised and aching nerve endings

She is gone!

 

The tears I shed now are mostly unseen

The earlier deluge staunched

She is gone!

 

I hide my fears

Wanting to be strong for my children

She is gone!

 

Pretending nothing is wrong

Despair and disbelief in my heart

She is gone!

 

How could she depart?

So suddenly and without warning

She is gone!

 

Her loss leaves me bereft

Her children, sisters and our parents uncomprehending

She is gone!

 

Raw rage, real pain

Coalesce into empty longing loneliness

She is gone!

 

Forever now I’ll know

When I look into a sea of faces

She is gone!

 

Her visage shall never more be there.

Once upon a time my sister woke.

She is gone!

 

Death has stolen my sister.

Joan! I would have traded the memories for your life!

 

By Joszann St. John 

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You raise me up!

This song never gets old.A needed inspiration especially now!

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Singing In the garden

On a more somber note.I’m mourning the loss of my younger sister,Joan St.John.

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Huge fat snowflakes float by an open window

On their way down to the hard frozen ground.

Each unique and individually distinct

They pile unto each other.

Inside the temple silence is palpable

Compelling the meditative perspective.

On a crude wooden table sits two cups

Steam rising from their concave center.

A couple of tanned, weathered, leathery hands

Reach simultaneously for the tea.

Brewed strong, the scent permeates the entire room

And wards of the chill of the cold mountain air.

 

By Joszann St. John

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English: Nepali apple

English: Nepali apple (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The wind comes screaming like a banshee across the plains

Rattling an orchard of mature apple trees standing row upon row

And dislodging their bounty.

Ripe and immature fruit fall to the ground in a flurry of leaves

Some while still edible will become food for human consumption while foraging animals work over the rest of the bunch.

For centuries, the old grove stood at the edge of town

Overlooking a tranquil little cemetery

The grave markers are jumbled closely together.

A silent witness !

The woodlands had been privy to numerous funerals. 

Mourners paying their respects to the dearly departed.

Leaving something of themselves behind every time

Their loved ones, flowers and epitaphs!

 

By Joszann St. John

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English: Beach in Tobago

English: Beach in Tobago (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Listening to beautiful soothing music.Today I visited the park with my kids and something about the way the sunlight filtered through the leaves stuck me in a poignant way.I miss the sometimes radiant Caribbean sunset.I think most of us are seeking something more especially in these trying times.Its our spirit that recognizes beauty, especially the appeal of the natural environment.

 

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 Steam rises of lush green leaves

While pockets of water trapped on their surface glisten

In the noon day sun.

As far as the eyes can see

Multiple shades of green compete for territory

A yellow tinged lizard unfolds itself from a nearby tree

Where he was sunning himself

And moves further, deep!

Into the humid heat of the tropical jungle.

 

Joszann St. John

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