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LIFE AFTER THE FALL
Poems by Shari Jo LeKane-Yentumi

 

 

 

 

Always Never There               

Absent hearted friend,
you were always never there
to remind me of the empty embraces
that I wished would overtake the darkness
of lonely nights in solitude.

Your vacant purple stares
reflect a multitude of worldly places
occupied by lies and various persona
answering questions with questions.

Opalescent transparency in a shattered mirror
represents the fragmented reality of broken time
through which neither of us sees eye to eye.

Thoughts escape any rational purpose:
Life on the tightrope...
JAZZ...
The pursuit of happiness...
and the White House was built by slaves....

Karmic virtue has flushed to mush,
revealing no feeling from a heart of stone
that left at best the body of a skeleton.

Broken promises.  Dual lives.  Shattered trust.
Violated space.  Double standards!

Perhaps I thought I knew you once.
Perhaps I thought you once knew me.
Perhaps, we even cared…

 

 

Life After the Fall

Life after the fall descends to winter of discontent,
relentless struggle to recall a time without lament
when wind flowed freely as we sailed
and all our troubles were availed;
amazing how we failed to guard a life much better spent.

Trickle in the pail the water slows its low descent
to merely droplets in a bucket like tears that fall and vent.
A silent call for help while strange adversity prevails.
Life after the fall.

Wonder of it all as thunder pounds upon cement.
Rainfall spilling brainwash to the ground as hearts repent.
Judgment, jury, trial; in denial, tooth and nail.
Dream scapes walk the mile of our self imposing jail.
Waking hours smile in a hell without relent.
Life after the fall.

 

 

 
Free Will             

Arguing with the mind of free will
to take me here, or there, or somewhere,
from this bottomless pit on the journey uphill,
but I only move laterally over there,
and the laughter around me abounds everywhere.

There's no use in looking at spilled milk and crying;
to wallow in pity just leads to more sorrow.
A glance in the mirror confirms I've been lying,
for time is a thief and will not beg or borrow
when justice prevails for my failings tomorrow.

Perhaps it's too late to attempt to achieve
some redemption from fate, but I'm willing to try
if I only apply my free will and believe
that the thieves of my soul don't control my whole mind
and the conscience I keep to ask “why?” and reply.

Harnessing strength to at length overcome.
Actions speak louder than words to reveal
that the things that I used to so weakly succumb
have become an experience from which I can heal.
Free will and justice, please hear my appeal!

 

          

 

I Remembered    

I remembered right away
that you promised not to go
without telling me about
your prior loves.

I remembered yesterday
we were packing for a trip
and our lovely holiday
at the sea shore.

I remembered as I slept
how you held me in your arms
and I felt so safe and warm
with you beside me.

I remembered when I wept
that you weren't coming back
and I felt so all alone
without your presence.

I remembered that I lied
when I said I'll be just fine
but I wasn't very strong
in the long run.

I remembered when I died
that we'd reunite one day
in a very different place
for all eternity.

I remembered no regret
having met you as I did
we were both so very young
but we were happy.

I remembered to forget
imperfections and mistakes
and to focus on the love
we made together.

 

 

 
What is Love?      

What is love? in the hearts that mutually share
the sacred bond between husband and wife,
committed absolutely to each other's care
for better or for worse – for the rest of their life.

What is love? in a family for the children's sake
working, sacrificing, to maintain stability
when everything of value is always at stake
performing beyond the best of one's ability.

What is love? in truth of a fellow human being
based on ordinary acts of random kindness
narrowly witnessed, but seeing is believing,
impromptu generosity, exceedingly mindless.

What is love? is a question of free will and choice;
the answer is the reason for a lifetime to rejoice.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

shari

About the Author
Shari Jo LeKane-Yentumi lives with her family in St. Louis, Missouri, where she writes articles, literary critiques, poetry and prose. She is a not-for-profit, business, community development, education and leadership development consultant, and she also teaches creative writing to men in a maximum security jail. Shari attained a B.A. in English and Spanish and an M.A. in Spanish from Saint Louis University in Madrid, Spain and St. Louis, Missouri. She has a novel in verse, Poem to Follow, and a book of poetry, Fall Tenderly. Many of her poems have appeared worldwide in multiple poetry anthologies, literary magazines, and most recently in spoken word with LOOPRAT on How Live? CD. Shari considers herself a modern formalist, addressing contemporary issues in poetic verse with a stylized language.

 

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