Cool fall wind blows mist
Trees our oldest friends show us:
release what doesn’t serve
The fallen leaves a mess
A messy promise that once cleansed
New beauty comes in spring
Fall winds change to winter
Fallen leaves change to nurturing soil
The trees tell it all
Tamara Mendelson
The echoes of childhood laughter bounce off quiet walls
Clutter of left behind bags, books and toys are mute.
Those vibrant beings are off now, into their lives, launched by two decades
of love, wounds, healing, nurturing guidance, constant disagreements and care.
Both part of me for a short time, expelled into the light and air.
“Mommy don’t ever leave me” the little one used to say.
I smiled and knew that she would leave me first.
Tamara Mendelson
Do not be afraid
To just be whom you are
People who love you will
And others will not
Why try to be who they want
They will hate anyway
Tamara Mendelson
Silence is louder than lightning.
There is no flash to blind.
The nothingness of an echo
that is swallowed by a chasm.
Words left unsaid stuck in my mouth,
swallowed bitter and whole.
And the rest in my belly covering
anger, after all covers sadness,
no light in the darkness, no sound.
Tamara Mendelson
Rage rises off you
in shimmering waves
disturbing the air,
with movement and vibration,
nothing really moves.
It dissipates,
spreading out and clinging to
everything.
And circles like a cyclone
black and thick,
wiping out the sun.
And when you are sure
everyone is swept up
you step away.
Tamara Mendelson
Sadness falls
like a dark curtain blocking out the light
The ache spreads like a brush fire
consuming, ravaging everything in it’s path
Unstoppable
until the winds changes
or there is nothing left to burn
and it smolders white hot ash
and then dies
for lack of fuel
leaving behind blackened earth
and a hole where once was life
now deadened air.
Tamara Mendelson
