LISELLE POWDER

 

The Globe

Ruffled the dust, it’s life of misery.

Voices echoes, like dust in the wind.

We thought we are safe in this space.

But the idea of being lost and not found.

Send messages into hurtful wounds.

A pretty picture with broken souls. 

Imitations of a lost world.

Trapped in itself.

No one cares if you look pretty,

Just suck it in and die in misery.

Music plays as you sleep.

Nothing can feed your emotions,

but the ills of a solitude life.

Misery calls company as the 

dreams of tomorrow lie with you.

Ruffled the dust once more and 

see if your life will be different

It will be crying pains of a needy soul.

Let the dust settle, that’s the peace within.

It’s calm waiting for the war to begin.

Outside Looking In

What do I see? It’s not you but a piece of you

that is trying hard to hold to fragments of damaged goods.

I don’t see the inside, because I know that it is lost and died 

somewhere.

You are right I am looking in, stretching my neck to take in the 

last show of you, while you curled up and cry.

I am on the outside where I tried to put up the barriers 

as the darts came firing.

I collected them I felt your pain as the darts called your name.

I defended you from every fall until my fall. 

But who defended me?

You tried to connect the puzzle of brokenness and pain.

It didn’t fit in place.

Your silent tears I couldn’t wipe, as your burden didn’t make

mines light.

I tried to carry you, but you ran as you mocked my help.

So, I am on the outside picking up the wounds you sow.

Picking up the bruises that can’t mend.

You said you will be fine, just look at you and see.

I saw a torn soul, that battled, fought, but

somehow survived thought you will be free..

I saw the bleeding heart as it pumps hard the blood of struggle.

Isolated from the other parts.

I am on the outside only a mother can see.

Her heart is yours too, but they both bleed and struggle to feel.

As we cleaved to being one, as I hold on.

We hold on. Should I let go?

Should I leave you and turn my back?

Or should I keep looking from the outside?

Who wins mother daughter?

Your journey is carrying me too.

As I see me in you. I was lost too.

Can self-save self? I had to save myself.

Or else I would be sucked in in your whirlwind.

I am on the outside looking in, there’s no curtain.

As I watched live.

Her Shoes Is To Big To Fit In

I saw her shoes as I tried them on,

but I fell down and was scared.

 I saw things that took her away.

I saw a life I couldn’t live.

I saw the battles of hands and feet that ran.

I saw the mouths that spoke 

musical notes as she ate her meal.

The cries that flooded streams.

Down a heavy road as the ropes 

that lace the shoes tied her up.

They sank into he soul gripping 

her thoughts and her mind.

She strayed.

My feet couldn’t fit as it remained

where it stands.

My feet were motionless as the veins

popped and showed its disapproval.

I dear not try on those shoes, because I 

will drown as I try to catch at every straw.

I already catched my straws.

It was just enough to breath.

It’s not easy to see the shoes that 

was filled with tiny feet grew into

a valley of despair.

But if I was her, I would sail in those shoes

and try to find safety.

Her eyes may only see fogs, but her oars 

Is her hands, as she navigate through this pain.

Then I can wear those shoes.

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.