A Wednesday Sonnet

Wednesday is a day of woe
when flowers bow their heads to cry
and birds cease their singing so
you can hear your own heart sigh

The clouds sink deep into the mind
and the rain keeps crashing on the soul
Wednesday is the day you find
that life is not worth the heavy toll

Wednesday is a day for crying
even if the sun shines bright
because there's really no use trying
when nothing's really worth the fight

So if you're always sad and blue
then Wednesday is the day for you

S.A.D.

skeleton trees
lose grip on leaves
and the sun shines
pale light
darker and darker
the night creeps in
at six o'clock
bringing the manic heart

*Although south Texas is slow at receiving autumn, I can feel it creeping around the corner. I hate to anticipate the moodiness it brings, but dimming light and cooler wind make me a sad girl.

Dear Sylvia

Such a tragic masterpiece-
you crouching by the oven,
drinking in the poisonous air.
I found you there,
but much too late.
Thirty-two years too late.

But the distance doesn't stop me
from crying,
from wishing we had been best friends.
And I could've pulled you up.

But no.
You felt like a star pinned to the sky-
burning-
couldn't pull away from the heat.

God had not given me life
when you died there,
but I found you, nonetheless
and I cried as if
you were my own mother.

Your grave sits cold now
and if I ever decide to visit,
I'll lay out some milk,
just in case
you decide to wake up.

Under the sea

I was not a life boat
I was a little girl
And now you mourn my loss
And wonder where I've gone
Where else would I be?
I am a mermaid now
Deep under the sea

~Suzanne