Coffee and Papercuts
By Leah Bailey
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Coffee and Papercuts - Leah Bailey
Poetry
Various types and styles
brewed fresh
*Gates
Many, many, gates
between here and the car.
I was so little.
Goldfinch
Through my window while I work,
one flits to my front yard . . .
Beautiful,
colourful, curious
and disappears.
This saddens me.
It returns,
it brings a friend.
Now, I’m trying to focus
on my screen
where I want
my conversation
to flow . . .
Difficult enough
over the laptop
without me
distracted
by wings and flits
of colour
out of my window.
What a gift.
To see this
sitting still,
as I wouldn’t be . . .
any
other
time.
Mother Nature Mocks
The irony of snow on the weekend,
when you’re little and hoping
for the day off school . . .
The irony of a rainstorm,
when there is a picnic
and you forgot your umbrella . . .
The irony of gorgeous sunshine,
when work or health
keeps you inside looking out . . .
The best laid plans,
laid to waste in irony
when Mother Nature mocks.
Like a Love Song
The music moves me, out of my reverie.
Though I can hope and dream and sing along . . .
life tells me that kind of love’s not meant to be.
Searching for a soulmate like all the love songs.
Someone who sees all of me, through and through . . .
nothing but youthful fairy tales of my dreams.
Wanting, needing, a thing doesn’t make it true.
All of them, loving all of me . . . not as it seems.
Thinking out loud of a love that will last
for all my life . . . strong and steady throughout?
Can’t be sure of a future that treasures a broken past.
Promises to love, young or old, come to doubt.
Forget the world to chase cars, before we’re old?
Fades into a highway horizon, the ache moves on.
At times love is buried beneath the lies we’re told;
giving all, heart and soul, doesn’t mean we’ve won.
Letting go of hope for just the way you are
,
I try to lessen my need to not end alone.
If I must . . . abandon all my deserved care,
to hold its shadow, before what’s left is gone.
Amazed, I believe, when you do what you do,
that I might spend all my life, with love out of reach.
Whispering at night, just one more dream that’s true.
Where my heart races, e’en I run out of speech.
No sculptor or potions could ever sway me,
listening for your song, forever twinned with mine.
Something longs for how wonderful life would be,
loving someone like a love song I’d give my all to find.
For Caleb
Uncomfortable Conversations
When you don’t know what to say.
When, I’m sorry
or I wish I could help
isn’t enough by a long . . . long way.
You understand, you empathise, it’s felt . . .
but you’re lost as to what you can do
and wish the task wasn’t up to you.
A friend’s ex making them suffer pain,
biting your lip instead of blooding theirs.
How can they, after love, bring such rain,
pour salt to enflame the smallest cares?
How can a reversal of all that once was
make demon of beloved with almost no cause?
Watch someone, so used to being put last,
believe it’s their fault, sets me in a rage.
We all deserve decency no matter our past.
Our wants have value, don’t accept the cage.
You matter, stand up and say what you need!
Narcissists otherwise hunger and feed.
The guest
creates silence on the outside
in family warzones, that never say end.
Smiling civility, the drama it’s best to hide;
the appearance of serenity in front of the friend.
Temporary reprieve, to create holiday peace . . .
until war, lost with time, makes light trouble cease.
Your child is failing.
no parent wants to hear.
Not their fault, it’s just what is with books.
Other skills (also valuable) even if parents fear
they’re less stable or respected might bring looks.
Value should be equal, work on cars or in courts . . .
learning’s unequal but should not be found short.
Your aunt is passing, nothing to be done . . .
the third and fourth . . . wish though you might . . .
no change but comfort, no effort, no battle to be won.
All the loving will in the world can’t always fight,
generations pass both behind and ahead of us.
Their legacy is ours, their memory, immortality, our trust.
They make room for who follows, as we all must.
Uncomfortable conversations move us all forward in time.
They’re not meant to be comfortable, life is the mouth
of all our discomfort; theirs, yours, most especially mine.
It evolves us, moves us, inches closer to the truth.
We are always more than we think we can be;
takes less than we think to make us all more free.
When
When the heat finally breaks,
when the rains come
that sapped strength
returns, but only some.
When you get that first smile,