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Hope

Cares not

If his load to bear

Is heavier than yours

He will continue on

Hope

does not mind

if you have no desire

to hold his hand

He will be there

For you

Always at your side

Just in case

 And if you must

Discard him

Today

You will find

His tears

Having fallen

So delicately

Upon all which has been

Blanketed by darkness

 For he knows what belongs

To each new day

And whatsoever direction

You choose

For your life

He will be there

For you

Lies hope in the

Everlasting truth

Kimberley Formosa © 2011

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I wrote this poem for my sister several years ago. Her birthday is only 31 min away as I begin to write this post and I wanted to share it with her, and with you, my reader. I hope it brings a smile to you and I hope that if you have a sibling you don’t get to see as much as you like, that you might think of them and whisper a little prayer. The charm of this poem lies in the fact that my sister and I are the same age for 10 days! So my sister, Lynne, takes every advantage possible, even 500 miles apart, even while flying over Baghdad, even while saving and caring for all of her lovely creatures, great and small, to make sure that I know I am older than she! But, in truth, we are the same age for 10 days. And to that bit I hold onto dearly. It is a much lesser time for me to cherish than her with having 355 days to flaunt her youth!

Welcome to the forties

April babies must be the most unique, creative, and loving people ever! Happy Birthday Lynne! I love you so much!

Oh! All of the stories

For the next ten days you see

You are just as old as me

That fact you cannot deny

Nor tell the slightest little lie

For when all is said and done

I will then turn forty-one.

So do not fear

My sweet sister dear

You will again be younger than I

And you may hear me gently sigh

My! How each new year does quietly pass

Much too quick and much too fast.

Welcome to the fourth decade of our lives.

Be happy! We’re still young enough to dance and jive.

(You don’t always have to make me go first.)

I say we go celebrate and buy a new purse!

Kimberley Formosa © 2011

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April 14 is national Poem in Your Pocket DayPoem In Your Pocket Day

Celebrate national Poem In Your Pocket Day on Thursday, April 14, 2011!

The idea is simple: select a poem you love during National Poetry Month then carry it with you to share with co-workers, family, and friends.

Poems from pockets will be unfolded throughout the day with events in parks, libraries, schools, workplaces, and bookstoresCreate your own Poem In Your Pocket Day event using ideas below or let us know how your plans, projects, and suggestions for Poem In Your Pocket Day by emailing npm@poets.org.

Along with your library, bookstore, or shelf at home, you can find the perfect poem for your pocket bybrowsing Poets.org, or by signing up to receive a poem from new spring poetry titles each day during April.

Download pocket-sized Poem PDFs to print and share:

Poem In Your Pocket Day has been celebrated each April in New York City since 2004. Each year, city parks, bookstores, workplaces, and other venues burst with open readings of poems from pockets. Even the Mayor gets in on the festivities, reading a poem on the radio. For more information on New York City’s celebration, visit nyc.gov/poem.Highlights from past Poem In Your Pocket Day events.

Poems have been stowed in pockets in a variety of ways, from the commonplace books of the Renaissance to the pocket-sized publications for Army soldiers in World War II. Have a story about the marriage of the poem and the pocket? Send them to npm@poets.org.

I hope you have fun picking out a poem and sharing it with others throughout your day!

Kimberley

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two spools

laden with fibers

of the same weight

color

name

may actually

be tainted with deception

lying the threads

side by side

on a contrasting background

in the light of a golden

autumns’ afternoon

those threads can fool and shame

even the most discriminating eye

even the eye that belongs to the hands

that wishes to marry these two threads

to conceive something

so beautiful

it might be cherished

for generations to come

upon thorough inspection

the threads are confidently joined

to make a beautiful garment

holy sacrament

tick

tock

tick

tock

feverishly producing

woven threads

in a moment

truth speaks what

cannot be denied

deception has clearly

deceived

bold and brazen

there is not one color

named ecru

there is no time

for discussion

planning

pulling apart

reworking

soon these hands were plunging

this most lovely handiwork

into a pot of warm black tea

woven in time

with love

steeped to hide

two colors named ecru

to cover the disparity

to rid the shame

of what should have been and

isn’t and

will never be

Kimberley Formosa © 2011

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Misty Blue


Not a word or sound

Not a touch

But an innocent

Captivating look

You allowed me

To peer into your soul

In that instant

My breath halted

My heart raced

Though only a glimpse

I cannot forget

That closeness

Which makes me want more

I dream of you now

I dream of your eyes

I dream of the depth and

Of the beauty of your soul

I dream of that one moment

Where not a word or a touch

Drew me close

It was your eyes of

Misty blue

Kimberley Formosa © 2011

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