May 09 2010
They come to me
in the night
The traitors dressed
as friends
taP at the windows
of my house of sleep
Luring me from
slumber’s arms
to make their case
prove I’m mistaken
show me the truth..
And they rob the stars
from the sky
Chase the moon
behind the clouds
Crawl into my head
natter on…
relentless and shameless
Saying I did them wrong
yet begging forgiveness
Swearing love
but meaning harm
copyright 2010
Dec 03 2009
They gather and
scratch at the edges
and doors of my dreams
Slipping through the
cracks and crevices
blocking the light
bringing the dark
and the Doubts
And I comfort
the useless,
worthless
frightened me
Tell her to
be brave –
that it’s just a
dream
And dreams can
be chased
by the light of
day.
But she doesn’t
believe me
and keeps a
watchful eye
on the Moon.
Copyright 2009
Oct 31 2009
Perfection does not live
here
But I do
Mistakes are not
strangers
but constant companions
Words trip and fluster
at furious speed
Flaws
too many to name
Stammers and stutters
make their own tunes
Regrets wait in the wings
and anxiously.
The past simmers in a pot
on the stove
its aroma taunts and
begs me
to taste
copyright 2009
Jul 14 2009
Why?
is my question
Why?
is the answer
I need
Why?
is what keeps me
in bondage
Why?
keeps me awake
and asking
Why?
is what I will
never know
copyright 2009
Jul 06 2009
You only wanted me
until you had me
until I said yes
until I was yours
forever
You only loved me
from very afar
at arm’s length
in your mind
from the world of what if?
You only touched me
when I wasn’t there
when I couldn’t respond
when it no longer mattered
You only needed me
until I needed you
until I reached out
until I proved imperfect
flawed
and unlovable
copyright 2009
Jun 20 2009
When I walk through the stores and see the cards
my heart bends
a little
my smile fades
tears fight to free themselves
but I keep them captive
Pancake breakfasts
and prime tickets to sports events
bad neck ties
awful gadgets that have no use
hokey hats
bought in the millions
to honor them all.
Fathers.
No gift shop
for where you are
where I think you are
just words from my heart
to yours
just memories
fond memories
flashes of moments freeze-framed
and eternal
copyright 2009
Jun 04 2009
It rained on the sun today
I sat on the stoop smoking
watching the drops saturate the earth
Doubts haloed my head
like the mist that rose from the grass
after the light gave up the sky
Nerves quieter
yet the mind still raced
ticking off laps –
a mad jogger
who is late for the race
For a flash I saw a different me
A future existence
I liked her, that woman I was
in that tiny moment
neediness absent
confidence, yes, but quiet
no anticipation, just certainty
And then I was me again
I was tired.
I am tired.
The pain is dull,
not sharp and jagged as it was.
Sad, soft but always there.
I need sleep without dreams.
A warm place to float
copyright 2009
Sep 25 2008
She fell into
tempted sleep where
her dreams took turns
spinning images
swirling and twirling
“I will not get dizzy,”
she insisted
And the room write-ted
Itself
A book thunked Sarah
on the head and
she sat in Alice’s teacup
bobbing on a slice of lemon
Voices wafted
and she peered over the edge
to listen in
But the book in her lap
insisted, Read me!
Sarah looked at
the cover
whose title did a lovely
pas de deux, bowed and touted
The Secret of Clues
Sarah opened the volume
finding its pages
empty of words
but so deep in wisdom
that a Hand
reached in
and pulled
Sarah from
herSelf
so she could see
Outside
Babbles bounced away
like so many
butterflies
And the Silence welcomed
her back
“It’s been a long time,”
Sarah thought as she
dug in her garden
So many flowers
un-noticed
“Hello, my lovelies,”
she waved.
“So good to
see you again”
And just as
the Sun
reached down in
its morning embrace…
copyright 2008
Sep 24 2008
The couch of beautiful words
belie the lies that lie within
The dress of the glorious yarn
revels and unravels the truth
The dream that was you
is the guile beguiled, the low
below, the under beneath
If I ever loved you, it was not the you
the one I wanted, no you exists
inside, beside, aside the real
No we, no us just faerie dust
The words I heard were only words
no life, no living, giving forgiving
The muse bemuses her paltry role
hello, goodbye, au revoir, adieu, ciao
copyright 2008
Sep 04 2008
It was a warm breath at the back of her neck. A poem committed to memory, yet never read. It stalked her - followed her wherever she went. Ever present, yet impossible to capture.
Sometimes quiet, like a low hum that murmurs in the background. Sometimes as tempetuous as a summer lightning storm, crackling against a sultry sky. Usually it was a persistant song that hung in the air and whispered her name. That hovered over her bed at night and crawled into her dreams - teasing her, caressing her and forcing her sleep-heavy eyes open. To look.
But it could not be seen with eyes - only felt in the everywhere of the space. Waiting. Holding its breath and pretending it wasn’t. It was a mirror toward which she reached and was met with a duplication of her own outstretched arm. The heat that emanated from that reflection back at her said, ‘yes, I’m here.’
And she had conversations with herself about it - hoping she was simply going mad and soon would find a medication to turn it off and send it packing. Though she knew it was not madness, nor hallucination - it was real and palpable, dimensional, tactile, smellable, tasteable. With the ability to travel over time and space effortlessly, finding her wherever she was, wherever she hid. It was a surge of heat that shot through her core, found the place where it could nest and call home.
Kisses are a better fate than wisdom.
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