If Photos Could Speak
A photo can tell
a thousand words, but what if it spoke to you.
I look at the
picture of my mom and I said what was your thought.
Where were you
going when you were in the spotlight?
Who took your
picture?
Who saw your
beauty and marveled at your grace.
Our
conversations of kind words that brought
back memories of
growing up.
You reminisced
of the good old days.
Telling your
story of your first love and what
made you
attracted to him or he attracted to you.
Telling me of
the births of my brothers and sisters
Telling me of
your story of the let goes and the get goes.
Telling me of
all the hard work you did.
But I knew this,
and I would say, but mammy
I know this I
was there with you in your struggle.
I was there with
you at your side.
I was there when
you think you can’t be there for yourself.
But I see you
now and I tell you this.
Her eyes looking
at me, they are tired now.
Her crusted
hands can’t raise to give me a hug.
But I see the
thin lines on her face leading to
the depth of her
sadness.
Some lines led
to nowhere,
which was a dead
end of her thinking.
She saw what I
saw and said, daughter
I can’t turn
back the hands of time,
But I see you
daughter, just like you see me, love you.
As she turned
her head, as if waiting to be snapped again.
The Empty Room
Only the musty
air scattered around empty spaces.
The painted
walls wish for light to shine on it.
I remember a
child, now grown, to her own path.
Her clothes,
left behind for me to see.
But I washed
them, smelt them, and caressed them.
Should I grieve?
The laughter of
a missing daughter still echoed somewhere.
The movement of
feet that I saw but is no more.
Where is the
body that wore these clothes?
Wouldn’t they
wither? Or cry a silent cry
because they are
not wanted.
Just a dull
shade that passed through,
as silence made
friends with walls that said nothing.
But watched in
pain as happiness left the room.
There’s no
barriers to enter the room,
It’s longing to
have a friend of comfort.
But I wouldn’t
venture in, it’s not my space.
I will not be
welcomed, as familiar spirits was already there.
But I will watch
from afar, the outside looking in.
As I hold on to
memories in my head of a child now adult.
I can’t complain
if that’s all I can hold on too.
Is That Song You
When you hear
the strum of guitar strings, plays your tune.
You sing your
song till your voice is no more.
Is that song YOU
that your every
footsteps thread lightly as if
toes became
fingers that plays piano notes
touched lightly.
Is that song
YOU.
When you listen,
it knows your story, of humble beginnings.
Of the peace you
tried to keep withing your soul.
Is that song
YOU.
When you think
you are not good enough.
That your kids
just stare in hunger as
they eat the
crumbs from the floor.
Is that song YOU
that wake up
your soul to living waters.
and let your
roots be quenched with a strong foundation
Is that song YOU
As you remember
the aches and pains of hardship,
But the
ancestors tells you to keep pushing.
Is that song YOU
When the hand
raised to hit you and
your shadows cry
in frustration, trying to pull you to run.
Is that song YOU
When your life
is like a sea saw, and you
are not sure if you are here today or gone
tomorrow.
Is that song YOU
Hoping for
something better for another day
as you swallow
your tears that almost made you drown.
Is that song
YOU?
LISELLE POWDER
LISELLE POWDER was born in the
small Caribbean Island of Trinidad and Tobago. Born to Edwina Warner (deceased)
and Bindley Powder. She is the last of six siblings. She is divorced and a
mother of two daughters and a granddaughter. Having migrated to the US in 2014,
she decided to write poetry about her experiences coming to America. She met
with Edna White an Author, and the rest was history. Liselle has written in
Edna’s book “No Sweet Meat Tell Me the Truth” and contribute to the school
newspaper where she works. Liselle held her first poetry show on July 10th,
2021, she also writes in Ms. Edna’s Magazine called “SPEAK MAGAZINE.” and wrote
her first short story titled “Teenage Mom” and her poetry book titled “Still
Overcoming”. Her short story “Teenage Mom” together with other short stories,
is a combination by different authors coming together for the Anthology “Women
Write Now” which was launched in November in 2022. With her continuous writing,
she was entered in an Anthology for the months of June, July and November of
2020, also June and July of 2021, and for July 2022. Liselle was awarded the
Cheryl R Canton Incentive and the Willie Henry Riddick Memorial Award in June
2021, for winning an essay competition placing first. Liselle wrote another
book entitled “Welcome to America,” which is on Amazon. Liselle is also an
artist and has also sold some of her work. Liselle was honored and one of her
poems was chosen for Black Poetry Day, in October 2022., and the reviews was
excellent. Liselle will be honored in August and September at a gala ceremony
for her contribution to writing. One of Liselle painting was accepted for an
open call from the East Islip Council Gallery, the exhibit was in March and
ended on the 14th of April. Another painting form Liselle was also accepted in
an open Call to be posted on social media for the month of April, it was posted
on Lisa D’Amico Arts platform and social media. Liselle also recited two of her
poems at the Juneteenth celebrations 2023, in Harrisburg Pennsylvania, as she
was a guest of honor sponsored by the Writers Workshop curated by Nathaniel
Gadsden. Liselle hopes one day to have her first Art Show soon. Liselle has
come a long way and she strives to be the best of top poets and artist the
world is yet to see.
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