Advice to Young People (New Graphic Art Version)
Poetry
Broken Vessel (New Graphic Art Poem)
As My Body Heals (New Graphic Art Version)
The Secrets We Keep (New Graphic Art Version)
Free Will (New Graphic Art Version)
Your Touch (New Graphic Art Version)
I left a Man in the Smokies
Somewhere in the Smoky Mountains
Is a man I left behind years ago,
Now, with a wife and kids,
I scroll Facebook startled by the luminous Glow
Of his happy family displayed before me,
And I am instantly transported
Ten years into the past,
Wondering what the outcome could have been if I was more emotionally fearless,
And he a little more courageous,
But we were young, barely adults,
Still in our early twenties,
Still sticking to life plans we formed as Children,
No, we had our chance,
And we both played chicken,
Swerving right before the cataclysmic car Crash,
We both blamed timing,
But for me, in the end, it was fear,
I let him go because I was not ready to be a Wife,
To support him in the way a husband Deserved,
And I stopped loving him because he could not Make a choice between me and his current Wife,
And I would never want to question my Partner’s loyalty,
So, I left the mystic Smokies for the brusk Roar of the ocean, and salty sun kissed skin,
And set out on my own adventure,
A thousand miles apart, and ten years have Passed, sitting at my computer desk,
I do not regret letting him go,
Nor do I regret the memory of him,
Nor do I hate his wife and family and their Success,
I just drink my coffee and let the smoky haze Of the past wash over me like a wave,
And listen to the roar of the ocean,
I am grateful for the time we had,
And the lessons I learned,
And the life I have now,
And the life I have yet to lead
~ By Hyacinth Hale
Strawberry Shortcake
The waiter comes to our table with a menu “Dessert?”
“We could not possibly!” I say,
My husband looks intently into my eyes and Says, “Yes! We will take a menu”,
Years of saving pennies and fad diets are Behind us now,
We finger the menu together,
Going line by line, ingredient by ingredient,
Sitting closely, hair raised on our arms,
As if we were transported back to the malt Shop where we had our first date,
No strawberry malts listed on the menu,
We settled for strawberry shortcake instead,
The dish came, a slice of cake as big as my Head, strawberries as big as my eyes,
The cake dripping in sauce the color of my Salivating tongue,
A playful dollop of whipped cream begs for my Finger to dive into it,
And a mint leaf spreads it’s foliage over top As garnish,
My husband nudges the plate toward me,
Taking pleasure in watching me eat,
Taking pleasure in me reveling in new Sensations I had never experienced before,
How quickly we have forgotten to take time For simple pleasures,
I plunge the fork into the cake,
Dangling a chunk in front of my husband, Teasing him,
Inviting him to taste what I have,
Pulling him closer and closer to me until,
He succumbs to temptation, kissing the Strawberry I carved out for him,
I wipe the crumbs from the corner of his Mouth,
And he playfully wipes a Dollop of whip cream On my nose,
Then he wipes it away with the same napkin,
My head found rest on his shoulder,
The cake found a new home in a to go Container to be eaten later,
My husband quietly paid the bill,
Holding me tight with one arm and handling Business with another,
We made our exit,
Strawberry short cake in tow,
To be used at our discretion,
Whenever we need a reminder of simple Pleasures
~ By Hyacinth Hale
Patchwork Quilt
I wish I could remember all of you, But what I am left are just fragments, Some sweet, some bitter, some angry, All withstanding the test of time, If you asked me to describe you From head to toe, I couldn’t. I could only describe the furrow Of your brow when you felt insecure, Or the intensity of your eyes When you desired me, Or the gape of your smile at its peak When you help others, Or the soft strength of your bicep As it brushed against my cheek When you tucked me into bed once, The gentle rise and fall Of your chest as you sleep, Unassuming, not a care in the world, I remember the pattern of your leg hair, And how I wanted to run my fingers through it From your calves up to your thighs, I remember you inside me, The feeling, the sound, The weight of your body over mine, How your body enveloped me, And safely cuddled me after, I cannot remember every word you said, Or full conversations we had, I just remember singular sentences Like “never say never”, Or the fact that you forced me so hard To learn your language without first easing me into it, Sometimes, what I remember most Is the “uhs” and the “ums” That you inserted in between sentences, Unsure of your place in the world Yet alone our conversation, I mainly remember, all the words You never told me like “I love you”, Even if deep down inside you meant it, You never told me, I remember those small moments, Literally milliseconds, snapshots of who you are Because I never had all of you, just a piece, You never let me have all of you, I still carry the pieces of the men That they freely gave me, Like a patchwork quilt Until a man’s love can cloak my whole heart, And give me the warmth and safety I deserve ~By Hyacinth Hale
White Flag
Sometimes the only strength required is raising the white flag and asking for help, but that is the most courageous act a person can take. ~By Hyacinth Hale
Hyacinth Hale Poetry 