Rain Drops

Rain Drops

by Monique Avard

Molecules of condensation

Fall to earth

Thrown down

From angry clouds.

Water twisting as it

Is propelled to the ground,

Pummeling the planet

Like irritated rockets

Of furry.

Each drop is heavy

With torment and acid;

Hopeful to fall upon

The evidence of children’s play.

Or another day,

Fat drops lazily descend

From fluffy, gray masses.

With no pressure,

The content drops drip.

Each twirls within itself

And falls like a tear,

Warm and slow.

It slides down the side of a tree,

No where specific in mind to go.

Then each drop shatters,

And are no more.

Out On The Street

Out On The Street

by Monique Avard

Out on the street; nowhere to go,

Never thought she’d be abandoned so.

She wishes she could afford a train,

But in this dark alley she’ll remain.

In despair, her head hangs low,

Soon to have a kid in tow.

She was labeled and kicked out of school: the hoe.

But from defending herself, she refrained.

Out on the street.

Every door closed: each slammed “no”.

If only she could let them know. . .

Maybe their scorn for her would wane.

People judge and ignore her pain.

The night grows dark and she’s alone

Out on the street.

Memory

Memory

By Monique Avard

A found poem from Understanding Psychology 8^th Edition by Robert S. Feldman pg 219-221

You are trivial

And winning the game.

Comes down to one question,

You rack your brain.

Fundamental processes come into play,

Unable to recall,

Failure to retain.

A momentary flash of lightening,

A twig snapping,

The sting of a pinprick,

Echoic –

Less than a second.

Sensory, sensory, sensory.

Presentation, pattern, progressively,

This decline

Could not be recalled at all –

Less than a second.

A snapshot

Destroyed –

And replaced with a new one.

FALLING

FALLING

 by Monique Avard

Take one step off the giant cliff in front of you,

descend, let your stomach come up

into your throat, trust the air

around you, don’t be afraid

its only falling, you don’t

have to worry about

what will happen

the moment

your body

hits the

ground.

China Doll

By Monique Avard

Sitting on a shelf

Legs dangling off the side

Sand pouring

O

U

T

 from a hole in the sole.

Empty.

Just a fragile shell,

Just porcelain.

Dry.

Thin strands of hair splitting.

Paint flaking

                        O

F

F

                                                            from a ghostly complexion.

Lonely.

Just a brittle exterior,

Just porcelain.

Just porcelain

A touch tips it.

Its delicate balance broken,

It shatters upon the ground.

Just pieces.

Morning Bird

Morning Bird  by Monique Avard

The soft sway of a branch bending

Beneath the feet of a sparrow,

Sounding the morning

With its tweeting

A shrill whistle.

Another bird

Chirp chirp chirping.

The sun rises to their tune,

Flies away

And the branches swoon

From the wind that whoosh

At the flap of their wings.

And the bird sings

As it passes overhead,

Its song soothing, a noise

Of natures lyrics sung

In sweet sweeing.

"This is Just to Say" by William Carlos Williams

This is Just to Say

William Carlos Williams

I have eaten

the plums

that were in

the icebox

and which

you were probably

saving

for breakfast

Forgive me

they were delicious

so sweet

and so cold