There
Were once
Crowds cheering
Performances
She gave on the stage
Lunatics and sidekicks
She nailed the character roles
Always dreamed of Broadway one day
Stardom wasn’t ever a concern
It was work that wasn’t work, just plain fun
When did it happen that life took over
Met the man, took the vows, footlights dimmed
New circle of friends, new career
Her turn in the audience
Decades of twists and turns
Now she is alone
With memories
Auditions
Grease paint
Scripts
©2023 Annette Rochelle Aben
There
Are no
Such things as
Scheduled chores
In my brother’s life
He’s a total pantser
Wakes each day in a sleep fog
Muddles about without a care
Then the clock looks him right in the eye
And the rumble deep inside him screams, NO!
Oh man! Oh man! His muttering mantra
If each job were to take ten minutes
He’d need twenty-seven hours
In every day to keep up
So, things he’s doing now
Are a month behind
It appears that
He’ll catch-up
Never
Sigh
©2021 Annette Rochelle Aben
Oh, appreciate from where you have come
A remarkable journey of life
There were times you were sure you’d die
And times that you wished you would
Moments when you stood tall
Seconds ticked away
Without notice
You’re still here
Breathing
Deep
And
Ready
For even
More adventures
Grabbing for the ring
Every carousel ride
Staying up to wish on stars
Sharing what you have with others
Wearing your best clothes for no reason
Other than you are celebrating life
©2021 Annette Rochelle Aben
The
Ebbing
Of her youth
Was evident
Only to the ones
Who never knew her when
She shown like the bright dayspring
Filled with magic and hope’s promise
Emanating through and from her soul
Now and forever shining through her eyes
Vibrant reminder of who she was
A beacon of who she truly is
Her youth is never really lost
It is present in her life
In precious, subtle ways
Heard in her laughter
Felt in her hugs
When she serves
Cookies
Tea
©2021 Annette Rochelle Aben
https://wordcraftpoetry.com/2021/06/08/tanka-tuesday-weekly-poetry-challenge-no-229-synonymsonly/
Just
Today
A dragon
Sat in my yard
Alone in the sun
As if he had no friends
He watched the birds as they flew
I wondered if he’d want to play
I started outside but was afraid
He began crying silent dragon tears
There were little puffs of smoke when he sighed
I went over and sat nearby
We kept our thoughts to ourselves
Watching clouds floating by
Enjoying the breeze
Sharing the love
With a friend
I made
Today
©2020 Annette Rochelle Aben
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