The Rose Series: Nowhere

They always travel

silently

in the darkest

of night

to steal

her pink roses

Leaving their

black blood

on her soldier thorns

They never remember

what she knows:

There are no ghosts

in daylight

Only a trail of

velvety petals

leading

nowhere

(c) Janni Styles

Advertisements

Mom Number Two

you all named me

mom number two

sent me Mother’s day cards

said I taught you right from wrong

said I taught you to read

and how to tell time

yet you ridicule

use

and

abuse me

then blame me

for

your ill choices

still

no matter what you say or do

I am ever connected to you

my lessons did not fail

you did

I am your sister

(c) Janni Styles

Christmas: Do you find hard times harder at this time of year?

best-poinsetta-light.jpg

Capture christmas comfort piece blog

 

First posted November 29, 2015 but not much has changed since then. Sadly. I recently lost a brother one month and a sister the next in autumn 2017. Some social media post crazy maniacs were so unsupportive as to be abusive in telling me all about Facebook algorithms and saying “I hope you find someone who shares in your grief at this time.” Passive aggressive? Absolutely. Abusive?Absolutely. Not to mention extremely rude and most unkind. Now, that said, I heard from a “ton” of people I did not expect to hear from and they were very kind in their messages and checking behind the scenes to see if I was okay. Thank you to all of those kind hearts and to a few folks I know I know in the “real world.” It was surprising how many I know in  the real world who just stayed silent, posting their “baloney” sandwiches or gripes about life while saying nothing to me when I was always there to show support for them and their challenges. Lessons by the dozens are now learned. And to those others who were blatantly rude and unkind: “Straighten up. Wait until it’s your turn to mourn someone you love. I have saved your message(s) and will post them on your pages for you when that happens to you.” Well, maybe I won’t because I am not so hurtful as they are. Queen Karma will be visiting them, I am sure. Meanwhile, I am left wondering, how is it that people have time to lecture you at length by the page full online, post lengthy passive aggressive messages, share their constant griping about problems that are not even really problems at all and yet no time to simply say “I am so sorry.” Social Media, as I have said many times in the past, is not so social after all in my opinion. Wherever you are, whatever you are doing this Christmas, I hope you know someone cares. You can always message me behind the scenes here if you need a kind ear. Peaceful holidays wished to all. ❤ ❤ ❤

 

Snow Squalls

the drifts blow high

smarting eyes cannot see

all those years of memories

connecting you to me

sharp winds breathe life

into weary fallen leaves

whipping hearts about

sorrows hard to relieve

at night you are so gone

the stars hardly shine

morning takes far too long

for these old memories of mine

snow angels we once made

oh why oh why you did you go

all I have left here are

your wings in frozen snow

(c) Janni Styles