Sincere Moncrief-Sanders

    Sincere Moncrief-Sanders is a resident of Newton, and a graduate of East Central Community College. Her poem, “Silent Words,” appeared in the November issue of Writer’s Journal. She is a guest writer for Newton County Area Lupus Support Group newsletter.

“Sleepy Alto”

 

She sings

in sleepy alto—

too blue a lullaby.

Tired eyes find resting place

on full bosom.

Waiting—

happy taking long time—

shot glass empty,

bartender dabs scars

with more Scotch.

Solace goes down

smooth as her chorus

and haunting voice—

silhouette in black dress

singing all night.

“For My Sister”

I wish I could paint

your gray skies yellow,

tell you to put aside

your umbrella,

that rain will cease.

But I hold no power,

posses no magic

to take pain away.

I can only give love–

not like that of a lover,

but special just the same.

The kind that comes from

a sister who remains

despite the storm,

One who whispers words,

not of ardor but

of assurance.

Something much more

sincere —

A hand to hold

when the road splits

and there are no arrows

to point which way to go.

I wish I had  answers,

the power to heal sorrows

from the past.

But all I can offer is a bosom

in which to cry —

temporary shelter

from clouds that open.

Go ahead, let them fall.

Let the tears fall,

little sister.

I will hold your hand

as God points the way.

“Creators Unite”

Musician blow your horn

Dancer shake your hips

Poet speak your darkness

Actor shine your light

Sculptor shape your vision

Painter splash your rainbow

Life is art and art is light