feeling like a part of her is dying
already dead
no hope
she stares at the drawn dark blue curtains
no rays of sunshine can get thru
years of neglect
have made this place
inside of her
hard and empty
no joy
rain
only an archaeologist
could unearth
this place
a spot
where she could rest
where she wouldn't run
Tumbling down
Swirling, tumbling
sometimes they're a comfort
others they're not
and at times
they are all i have
then as quickly as they come
they're gone
come stay awhile
just rest
desperate for their company
but fickle as thieves
they make their way
take their leave
done with me
for now
sometimes they're a comfort
others they're not
and at times
they are all i have
then as quickly as they come
they're gone
come stay awhile
just rest
desperate for their company
but fickle as thieves
they make their way
take their leave
done with me
for now
Tears
I remember saying to you
and I probably shouldn't have
you were too young
to burden with my words
"I'm not happy"
and the tears
should any child bear witness to their
parents dissolving?
but you with your understanding
old soul
just said, "I know"
as you put you hand on my arm
as I wiped away my tears
and I probably shouldn't have
you were too young
to burden with my words
"I'm not happy"
and the tears
should any child bear witness to their
parents dissolving?
but you with your understanding
old soul
just said, "I know"
as you put you hand on my arm
as I wiped away my tears
Sail
Ekphrasis: Using Art to Inspire Poetry
Claude Monet’s 'The Bridge at Arenteuil, France'
glistening water
boats not setting sail today
watch the rising tide
Claude Monet’s 'The Bridge at Arenteuil, France'
glistening water
boats not setting sail today
watch the rising tide
Thirst
It wells up
in your throat
it's inescapable
as it take up residence
and settles in
your parched lips
bear evidence
to your insatiable
thirst
in your throat
it's inescapable
as it take up residence
and settles in
your parched lips
bear evidence
to your insatiable
thirst
Beast
She places the pill on her tongue
and swallows
knowing full well
that it is the only way
only way
she will rest
a few hours of sleep
a few hours of peace
and swallows
knowing full well
that it is the only way
only way
she will rest
a few hours of sleep
a few hours of peace
Nothing
she can feel his disdain
like a cold thinly veiled mist
that first settles on your skin
then slowly, slowly enters your pores
and invades until you
feel it in your bones
but you still taste it on your lips
a salty sour taste
that nothing
not anything
can wash away
like a cold thinly veiled mist
that first settles on your skin
then slowly, slowly enters your pores
and invades until you
feel it in your bones
but you still taste it on your lips
a salty sour taste
that nothing
not anything
can wash away
Wound
Tightly wound
that girl is
she can't stop
never can stop
because she just doesn't know
what might happen
if she did
that girl is
she can't stop
never can stop
because she just doesn't know
what might happen
if she did
Full Circle
I sleep
on the left side
of the bed
the right devoted to my books
magazines and writing pad
after 16 years
I'm sleeping in my
single bed
again
on the left side
of the bed
the right devoted to my books
magazines and writing pad
after 16 years
I'm sleeping in my
single bed
again
