Reflections by Maritza Martínez Mejía
Fall is almost near and the last quarter of this year is around the corner. A different year, but have perseverance and most of all trust in you.
Blessings and Happy September!
El otoño está cerca y el último cuatrimestre del año a la vuelta de la esquina. Un año diferente, pero ten perseverancia y sobre todo fe en ti.
¡Bendiciones y Feliz Septiembre!
Maritza Martínez Mejía
Mother, Author, Educator and Translator
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Received Crystal Apple, VCB Poetry, Latino Book Awards, Author’s Talk
September melancholy poems...
ReplyDeleteSEPTEMBER 1
September first, Mom
recalls German invasion.
Never forget.
One red leaf on green
reminds me fall is on its way.
Bright white, death angel
mushroom cautions life
is tenuous, transient.
Mosquito stings, and
I remember it is still
Summer.
This tenuous life 2020 09 YF
The phone rings.
One more friend… gone forever.
Some leave suddenly:
Man killed riding bicycle. 36.
Others after a long illness…
Cancer. 43. 52. 69.
Gun in hand
17-year old boasts:
“I just killed somebody.”
Violence rages.
Covid kills thousands each day
though strangely, no one I know…
I should feel fortunate…
I have lived longer than those others…
Death is imminent…
Life is tenuous.
At any moment,
any of us could depart.
Dogs are old. Mom is old.
I feel old – though I’m not…
I sit at desk, typing.
Through the window,
wind sighs,
crickets chirp love songs
birds sing peaceful melodies
in a violent world.
I breathe in.
I breathe out.
I am alive.
Life goes on.
Joy comes.
Anxious 2020 09 YF
From the pit of your stomach
towards your chest
like a crawling spider
anxiety creeps
resting on your shoulders,
invading your soul
until
your voice cries out
sadness,
terror,
panic.
Fear 2020 09 YF
Each interaction
a threat of infection.
Do not approach!
Keep away!
Stay home.
Shelter in place.
Alone.
Afraid,
I venture out.
Eyes down.
Fear thick.
People less and less visible.
Mouth and nose covered,
I don’t recognize my friend.
At the store someone
comes too close.
An arm brushes my back.
A flash of panic rises…
What if?
Who carries the virus
unbeknownst to us?
Will my friend infect me?
SEPTEMBER TANKA 2020 09 YF
Summer was hot, lonely.
Standing apart, craving touch.
Now, gone in a blink.
September arrived
with cooler nights, green ferns turned bronze,
here and there, a few
crimson, yellow leaves scatter
foreshadowing fall to come.
Three more weeks until
tumbling leaves crunch underfoot,
we fall into autumn.
Thank you, Yvona Fast for your September Poem.
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