Two Poems
Hydrangeas
Her smile
was my sunshine,
Her words
were my gospel,
Her laugh
still echoes in the
booming of thunder,
Her voice,
which once soothed me,
is now a distant wave
that I struggle and fight to
reach once again only
to drown in my attempts.
The only thing she left me
were the songs she danced to
and hydrangeas she pruned
and still in my greed
it is not enough.
Where once she was my shelter
I must find safety and comfort
now in broken people, trying to
fix them in hopes of them fixing
me.
Daily Horoscope
I’m a cancer and
my dad is a Leo.
His ego fuels his conscience;
my heart is painted
on my skin.
I hear the songs
of the tides
in my reflection while
the blaze of his tongue
is his sanctuary.
Our orbits are intertwined
in defiance of the
galaxies between us.
We weave the
waterfall of hues
from our souls into
a rhapsody that
would dissolve without
the others’ nexus.
Rae Stone is a queer poet from Boston, Massachusetts. They enjoy using
nature to explore social issues and personal experiences. When they
aren’t writing they can be found people watching, cuddling their dog,
or crocheting multiple items at once.
