A Wedding Ode
Just found these in an old photo album! This is the poem we included in the little Winnie the Pooh loot bags at our wedding! And a photo of the ridiculously handsome young man who walked me down the aisle. ❤️ In gratitude, Marissa xo
A Kitchen's Play
This is an image I had to draw at a recent writers retreat held by Writescape: http://writescape.ca/writescape/ While drawing may not be my strong suit, I did make a lovely little poem to accompany the picture: Four walls enclose an ideal, Lost and left behind, A world of peace and laughter, Love and joy in …
Buggie Blanket
Bumblebees and butterflies embroidered in even rows. Soft yellow cotton soothes restless dreams. Faded and frayed edges worn thin from little hands seeking reassurance. He clutches it tight. Slippered pyjamas pad softly down the hall. Sleep well, my son. In gratitude, Marissa xo
Grade B-
I wrote this poem when I was in grade nine. I received a B-, which I think is rather low for such teenage insight! My teacher at the time was notorious in her despise of all things dark and tragic, ‘death’ was a big taboo. I however was dark and tragic. I loved exploring the …
Our Dance
Little patter of tiny feet. I hear them in my mind. A small inquiring face, Appears gently by my side. I can give no answers, I only smile. The pitter-pat returns, To a bed growing cool. He is restless tonight, But I am here. He waits patiently, Puttering about his room, Unable to commit to …
Save Me
I am pitched through the sands of time. My throat is parched, my skin chapped. I am buffeted on all sides by decisions I have made. The desert molds me. My ego is broken. I dissolve bit by bit until my soul is ready. I fall helpless and prostrate at God’s feet. Save Me I …
Remembering
Stillness moves my soul; Peace stirs my heart; Joy caresses my skin, As I reach out. I touch the love within. I can grasp the silence. A tender glance on my cheek. A sense of home. I have been here before. Written 2011 In gratitude, Marissa
Through the Blackness.
I am hollow: bereft. I feel the blackness coalesce. Where am I? Who am I? This is not where I’m meant to be. This isn’t the path chosen for me. It’s all wrong. I’m all wrong. I can’t find my way out. I can’t climb, I don’t shout. Why bother. I’m so tired. Why …