THE POETRY OF CYNTHIA QUEVEDO

Cyndi Quevedo is a wife and homeschool mom of three.  She's had a lifelong interest in poetry and words, but the last year and a half have brought her back into reading and writing poetry on a regular basis.  Her poems center around her family, life and the beauty of nature around her.  She finds the strict structure of Haiku fascinating and fun.

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HAIKU
A tiny fruit fly
flying aroundin circles;
aren't you dizzy?


HAIKU
It rained most the day
Ah! Snail guts on my conscience
and my shoe, Sorry.


GENERAL SHERMAN   
Reaching to the sky
my soul gripped in wretched awe
giant sequoia


I THINK I FINALLY FIGURED THIS ONE OUT

I get sucked in to
your emotional turmoil;
I console, encourage and empathize.

At the end, I feel desperately needed.
Plans, commitments and dates are made.

I begin my part,
but you shut me down.
Communication is cut off.
Message after message goes unanswered.

The dagger sits neatly in my heart.



UNTITLED

He was my little angel,
so beautiful and sweet.
I learned to be a parent
on the back of his little wings.

He made me laugh each day,
and filled my heart with joy.
I've loved him so very deeply,
my sweet, brown-eyed boy.

Now I see he's all grown up
and needs to grow and be free.
At times I feel abandoned,
"He's got no use for me."

The pride and pain that swell my heart
tangle up my brain.
I know its just a new phase of life,
I'll see him again and again.

So be free, young man of mine,
go out and claim your world.
Then come home to visit and rest,
my arms will be unfurled.  




BLUEBEARD WEARS TOMMY BAHAMA

There’s a man in my basement.

He has gray curly hair.

He wears a Tommy Bahama shirt.

 

I shout, “Shoo, go away!”

like I’m shooing a scrawny stray cat

He scuffles into the dark recesses.

 

I only go down there

when I need something;

the stairs are broken and worn.

 

Who is he? What’s he doing there?

I only ask these questions

when I’m safe up the stairs.