La Wanda Parks

Dallas, Texas, USA

La Wanda's love for writing has developed over the years. Now, with her two daughters grown, her grandchildren in their teens and her professional career in Community Association Management winding down, more time is available to embark on the future. "Our Daily Visit" is published in The National Library of Poetry's 1996 anthology and "About Love - Without Love" gained recognition with The Famous Poets Society. Her first short story began in 1995 and continues a series giving new meaning to an inanimate object. La Wanda states, "To possess the freedom to bring a thought or a feeling to life, races my pen!"

Our Daily Visit

When you see the sun inch slowly away
that will be me having one last look at your day.
When you see a star fall out of the skies
that will be a tear leaving my eyes.
When you see a petal from a rose as it doth part
that will be me when I broke your heart.
When the early morning breezes fill your air
that will be me rearranging your hair.
When you are watching the ripples across your lake
that will be me searching for your face.
When the wind dips forth and grasps the sand
that will be me holding your hand.
When you see a little squirrel and speak with it
And it stops dead still to listen,
that will be me when you said "goodbye" and I died
In that one second.
When our little bird starts singing
But he is not there...that will be me.

Still Life

Removed from the moment, into tranquility.
Placed inside the very air that I breathe.
Overcome by the quiet, the stillness.
Absorbed in silence - released of all duty
Behold this feeling, this peace
For the evil of time cannot steal this.
To challenge for naught - erase or help
And threads now left - serve only for mending.
You gently move into my being - your presence
And console with - rest awhile, renew thyself
Stayed by the portrait revealed in - your voice
Then depart - the void now filled by the ending.

Perished Thought

What stage of my inner calm did you proclaim your presence
To invade my new beginnings - without endings?
Then avow unknown truths of another time and place
To journey forward-backward-jolting memories
Then again escape - just beneath the surface
You hold as treasure - tiny little fragments
Distorting hidden answers into looming questions.
New images ever clear become mirages forever lost.
Time must forge my strength to slowly bring them back.
What turn of events must you hold - what secret?
Would you be stilled by darkness - if unlit your traveled path?
And if the door into my mind - you found closed - and locked?
And to heed the beckon of a former self - I retreat.
Would my confusion rest or become your next barrage of thought?

Wave Of Emotion

Leave me now as if the tallest wave
will seek to land on the farthest sand.
I will neither stand still - nor will I go.
I will be with you
yet nowhere around.
I will be as the water of your wave within.
I will never reach your shore - but again, and again,
As if in my ocean - where the water moves upward
As if in your wave - will come crashing down.