Fall's Faces

Fall’s Faces

Melinda S. Everett

Red, Yellow, Orange

Brilliance flashing in Autumn’s Grace

Wed with graying blues

And frosty nights

Fall finds her place.

Hot creamy chocolate

Warms me inside

From dry scratchy cold

Brought on wintry winds

And season’s change

A tale retold.

Flower’s life withers

As time burns wild

And summer dies

Whirling clouds dance

Storm’s playful skies.

Seashores explode white

Spilling on sand

Free to break

Rushing, Running

Rolling

Satisfaction.

Frozen Kingdom

Frozen Kingdom

by

Melinda Everett

2008

When did I turn off my heart?

When did I build encasing walls?

I’m a shut-in; a life that’s gone quiet; trapped in a frozen castle.

I sent out a knight to capture and kill all my emotions.

A queen on a lonely dais,

Not even daring to rule my heart.

(It’s a thing gone dead.)

Frozen in pain,

It beats are icily resounding  throughout a white kingdom.

The sun never rises here

No warmth can touch me-

I’m a tundra at the end of the world.

A land ruled by snow and ice!

Poem About Death

Read at Mother's funeral 2010

By

Melinda Everett

2008

Petals in a river stream

Follow along in a watery dream

Each one from a bright flower

That after time lost it's earthly power

So, they fall into the bubbly course

Along the way they pulse through

Making a bridge for life anew

The leaves from trees are the same

They fall into the liquid frame

Where they end it's hard to tell

The mystery the same as they fell

Matter and energy never die

It changes from earth to sky

Same as the flower and tree

They simply become infinitely free

The plan of life in a constant balance

To keep the realm in perfect order

It begins, grows, and ends

From frail to immortal we all flow

To our Genesis source, our energy the same

But we become something entirely new.



Can't Find You

Can’t find you
ByMelinda Everett
June 2011

I am a tangled mess of emotions….
…My eyes crystal orbs….
Salt water typhoon, seas crashing water on the floor.
Hardwood anger beating my heart
…Clenching inside a darkest me…
Questions never satisfied popping around my head.

Is it a dream?
Is it a fantasy?
How far can you go so I’ll forget?

Whirling dust of sadness reaches through time
...Falling all around my frame…..

No shovel can bury what has been written by a sure hand
…Erasers hidden so the words etched flow on…Running anger can’t stop anything!
The control is over my head.