Golden fluid holder
monkey mind, mine
I cling to
the elixir of life
found far away
it speaks
the language
of fear
and hope
and uncertainty
the reminder
of what has been
and what will always now be
nestles in the hollow
above my heart
a cold and comforting reminder
of the ritual
that has become


Author April Wells
published January 10, 2016
poetry form: Ekphrasis…


Clandestine Writing21 days they say
starting a new habit
this is the way
Watch the calendar
day by every single day
Tick… tick… tick…
keep the cobwebs at bay
OctPoWriMo in hours ends
NoPoWriMo plans I lay
The habit it growing
THIS I am knowing
30 more days?
I just may…

The Moment

I cry
that which is in the moment
is but for a moment
and the moment
is gone

I cry
the tears I shed
were never shed
when they should have been
and not because
in the shedding
comes the understanding

I cry
the passing
of the seasons
from one’s season
to the next
and I fear
that in the passing
the passing too will be gone

I cry
all of those
who have cried before me
for all of the reasons
Here now I cry
and wrap around me
all of the tears
that all of humanity
has ever left unshed.


hear the shivers
in the birches
the hiss of the fallen
watch the dance of the nearly naked
in the hustle rustle
of the morning music
Even the modesty of the oaks
has given up her tattered brown dress
to the siren call of the wind song
the return
of long lost friends
as they remember the feeders and the corn.
The frost on their feet but a trifle
they huddle together and eat
squeeze the last
of the mild
from the mornings
and in the chill of an early fall
wrap warmly around the coming season
the quiet morning
avian company
and tea


Do you sing?
I hear the quiet click
of feet
as you land
almost silent by my side
do you sing
when your heart
is full of sorrow
full of joy
full of song
do you sing
Do you lift your voice
to the heaves
tone deaf raucous elation
and allow your voice
to reach to the heaves
to soar to the stars
to part the gray skies
and take flight
do you sing
for despite whether or not
you sound like a nightingale
or you sound like a crow
the answer to
do you sing
should always be
of course
for every bird has their song
and every song
needs to be sung.

Dear Hunting

Dear Huting

I watched her last night
Dear hunting deer
quietly stalking
illusive prey
and in the watching
reality struck
her lens
her passion
she looses herself
in the adventure
with pride
I watch
the evolution
as she finds
her voice
her wings
her freedom
through the shutter
and lens
I know the feeling
of losing herself
to the freedom
she in pictures
I in words
the universe
falls away

I love yous…

She never said I love you
Doubted she probably never would
I thought for years
It was only me
That the defect there was mine
I was, after all, the one who broke the crayons
Evil child
Inconvenient child

Not quite smart enough
to know when I was sick
Not quite pretty enough
no not like the golden child
I was always
the one full of drama
the one
who never fit in
longing to matter
even just
half as much

His love
Was special love
Not told
No never
Always only shown
Special touches
Special hugs
Secrets never told
Humor covers
Insecure confusion
And still

Even now
with all I’ve left behind
all I miss
all of the fears
that fill my days
even now
Not quite
good enough
to be bothered with
i know
I get it
i see

Never told I love you
Never shown ever as good
never ever as good
— why can’t you be more like…
Never accepted as me
Never as good
Never enough
Never seen as me

I see
Hugs matter
I love yous matter
Never could I judge
you can be whoever you want to be
I will, to my dying breath,
let you know
that I love you forever
I like you for always
and no matter what
either of you do
my babies you will always be

I love you.