a poeming tuesday

winter, winter; a five day weekend break

a mother just cannot catch a break


the endless winter, snow, cold, polor vortex

my soul yearns for warmth, for sun, some small break


these branches, loaded with ice, with snow

and then comes the rain, so that they will not break


a year into grad school, I realized the mistake:

any other person would have followed with a break


injustice ripples through us like gravity's waves;

the system is rotting, our actions, our voices must break


after the meltdown comes the silence and doubt

oh, mama, how could you let his little heart break?



A ghazal, because yesterday made me think of how much I love this form.