poetry

“Under Pressure”

| Laura Lee Bonde

I’m not sure what I’m going through
I look back at who I was
and see strength

I look at me now
silence
weight
sadness
every day
brings a chance to cry

what happened
did love stop coming
or did I stop receiving

“My Father’s Time”

| Laura Lee Bonde

my dad
trying to remember
without forgetting

I remember his chuckle
and the way his eyes smiled

I remember his stride
and trying to keep up

I remember him taking us
to play tennis

I remember him
having lunch ready

I was his back scratcher
his daughter

I don’t remember
any kisses or hugs

but sometimes
love looks different

I remember his laugh
and the way he smelled

I remember his eyes
and the way he looked at me

I remember his love
and miss him

there was a time
when I forgot on purpose
but now I remember intentionally

“Tides”

| Laura Lee Bonde

The other evening, as I was on my walk, I looked to my right and saw the setting sun, looked to my left and saw the rising moon, thought of my friend who’s bipolar, and started praying for him. During that prayer, this poem began. #bipolar

“Tides”

the sun
setting on my right
the moon
rising to my left

two opposites
grabbing attention
two views
wanting to be seen

two poles
with one center

night and day
happy and sad
calm and irritable

is that what’s it like
to be bipolar?
do opposites fight
for attention?

the moon
and the sun
share the same sky

“Around the Ring”

| Laura Lee Bonde

as much as I thought I was ready
to be a wife
I found I wasn’t ready
to be a wife

to have my body
not my own

to have time
but not alone

to have a voice
that doesn’t matter

to have ideas
but be shutdown

to have to care for
instead of cared for

or being cared for
instead of care for

to be in a city
without any friends

to have a future
without an end

I know it WILL BE good
it’s just a matter of time
and just a matter of road
to trudge on

learning to be a wife
learning to be a husband
learning to live together
as one

holy matrimony!!