By Bobbi Sinha-Morey
I yearn for yesterday’s dawn
and tomorrow’s dusk to hold
me tight like love does, save
me so I don’t dwell in my own
self-pity, a part of me like
a broken jar that lay on the floor.
I listen to the silence of my
heart while plum trees and dirty
knees in my garden are being
torn away from me, erasing
themselves from my nighttime
dreams, and minutes stolen
away from what could’ve been
a satisfying life for me. Yet at
my feet, in the cleft of a rock,
my eyes linger on one small,
new-budded flower, glowing
in its own light just for me
to see.
Bobbi Sinha-Morey’s poetry has appeared in a wide variety of places such as Plainsongs, Pirene’s Fountain, The Wayfarer, Helix Magazine, Miller’s Pond, The Tau, Vita Brevis, Cascadia Rising Review, Old Red Kimono, and Woods Reader. Her books of poetry are available at Amazon.com and her work has been nominated for The Best of the Net Anthology in 2015, 2018, 2020, and 2021 as
well as having been nominated for The Pushcart Prize in 2020
