Poetry

  If I had known you were there, I would have stopped my mind from spinning around all the narratives  for the past 54 years. I would have been the daughter  I didn’t know you wanted to have. If I had known better in my prison of lies would that have been possible? It was so long ago, so it’s too late to dwell on such things now. What’s past is past, what’s done is done. If I had known lies somewhere with water under the bridge. I hope to see you brighter now because you are still here, loving me as you would have  54 years ago. I see you differently, as Papa, a shining star where it was once  a dark hole in my life. a hole once shrouded  with the pain of prickly narratives. A hole where you are now here and where I am your forever Angel. -Laurie Perrone copyright 2024

  I kicked at the broken glass of words in the condemned building, where sonnets and poems were once written, where there were once books and notebooks of ideas, where there were once book shelves full of books  now  replaced by broken glass and broken  dreams once words birthed as ideas in the air. A generation of ideas put to paper and spoken to audiences- -everywhere- Shattered memories at my feet seen once as beauty. I ask myself why I’m here in this condemned building Where nothing can be resurrected but fleeting memories of what once was. On the floor now as broken words from a time long ago. What I thought of as a golden calf cannot prosper  as that idea is dead and broken like the glass of the condemned building. I see past it where true life lives in real living breathing words that cannot die. Words that forgive and see past my own folly of false idols and false beliefs Never to be believed at all. -Laurie Perrone Copyright 2024