The End of The World

Exhausted, exasperated,
irritated and impatient he sighed
It's not the end of the world
I don't understand why
You take these moments
and blow them up so high
All she could do
was sit there and cry
and think
It is to me
and I'd rather die
than lose time with you
my world, my sun
my stars, my moon, my sky

The Bee

He came with his dart and cryptic smile
Landing too close to my hidden flowers
I watched him there for a little while
Pondering which precious cake to devour
Finally noticing me near his wings,
He whispered a sultry, soft, soothing song
A buzzing that made my broken heart sing
His honey glazed touch felt terribly wrong
A fiery venom rushed through my blood
Slow motions of pain crept under my skin
Currents of poison created a flood
Of instant numbing and stinging within
He left his reminder inside of me
Now I'm carrying the sting of a bee

Stolen

Oh, please don't touch my things...
there are so many reasons --
Be careful!  Those are fragile!
Now that one brings luck
if you rub it gently enough,
and just the right way
I only found it today
Don't twist it that way!
Now look what you've done!
Your greedy little hands took it
and now it's gone

Third Grade Emotions

How was your day today
she asked eager to know
his feelings and thoughts
Ice caps!
He exclaimed
trying to remember
the name of the crystal candied mountain
and silvery blue lake
flowing like a fountain
from the white tipped wintery picture
he had seen earlier that day
Was it fun to see your friends
and be back at school again?
What did everyone say?
Glacier!
He proclaimed
dipping his finger
into the chilled water
His eyes following
the circular hypnotic motion
like a mini cyclonic ocean
Pausing only to
place the cup to his lips
He quietly mumbled
Yes Mom
I'm in third grade now
I'm feeling lots of emotions

Color of Fear

I noticed again on the drive
the color of fear in my eyes
matched the grey in the clouds
mirroring my doubts
and the shade of my solitary sigh
I drew the foreshadowed tears
outlined between the long years
unable to convey my love
unable to find a way, my love
to survive without you in my life

Breeze

I awoke needing to hear
the comforting echo of your beating heart
then returned to the sound of loneliness
beating steadily in the dark
When I reached out to touch you
and bring the warmth to my skin
I felt nothing but a longing
for this winter chill to end
So I dreamt for awhile
that I could stay inside of a breeze
and lightly caress your soul --
it put my mind at ease

Regimen

Like an anti wrinkle cream
upon my aging skin
you rejouvenate my spirit
and the surface beauty within
Simple childhood laughter,
perhaps some hidden tears
Remedy our insecurities
throughout the lonely years
The beauty of all women,
the stories that we share
Reflect the strength and understanding
that we've all been there
The music blaring loudly,
brings us closer to foresight
Happiness and comfort appear
if only for tonight
Spending time with my girlfriends
is a much needed regimen
to help replenish and restore my life
and conquer the world again

*Dedicated to the awesome foursome: Moni, Mimi, Francesca, Jaquelyn

"Same time, same place, next month"

Intruder in the Field of View

The dark brown, aging oak
intruding upon my view,
unfurls her gnarled branches
cutting one kite string into two;
Separating me from you

Anniversary

Early Autumn morn
Drying tears from bloodshot eyes
Celebrate my sigh

Sarah

Soothing, sultry voice from where
A rain drop, and a tear linger
Resounding melodies within
A priceless soul I call my friend;
Happiness is her garden

Approaching Storm

You can't clone the scent of the coming rain
Or divert the eye of approaching storms
It's useless fighting the weather's revenge
To disassemble his destructive charms
Drive slowly through tumultuous water
Spinning wildly from overwhelmed clouds
Feeble warnings will take you much further
Into large floods of distrust and doubt
You presoaked your mind in fatality
Beaten, drenched and shivering you retreat
To one day before this brutality
When the unwitting dawn was at her peak
Distract your head and heart from this madness
With disorganized chaos and sadness

Veneer

Everyday I look up
hoping to see you there
coming out of your hidden womb
of depression and despair
Holding onto hope
by hands calloused with fear
Everyday I reach out
to dust off the false veneer
Covering the cracked smiles
that we all know are not sincere

Endurance

I don't have your speed
and can't keep up with your cadence
But my patience and strength
can outlast your distance

Rain

Flooding rain drowns life
As summer sinks to Autumn
Murky tears remain

Sufficient

I listened to the rain's forefather
Bearing a simple but intricate rhyme
Seeing true love is sufficient,
Holding your love is sublime

Loudest Voice

The introspective of ourselves
reveals an inexplicable loneliness
or feeling of unhappiness
which creates the strength
we will need to survive
the challenges we may face
when making the decision
to take appropriate action
and make a change in the world;
There is great power in sadness,
and the loudest voice you might ever hear
is the sound of your own voice
in a room of none

*For Nova

Questioning Love

If trees can grow
as old as time
Then why can't love
stay as young
as a newborn baby's cry?

Evidence

Unopened gifts
Unread poetry
Unavailable conversation
leave discouraging evidence
plus mascara smudges
of your heart's reciprocation

Future Goodbye

When you cross the line
away from me
I am no longer your moment
but a part of your history
And when you look past
my downcast, sullen eyes
We have already spoken
the future goodbye

Proclamation

Love, Love
you make me weep
a wistful lullaby
for what will never be;
The further I fly
to hold onto some hope
The faster my wings turn
into invisible rope

Two Waves, One Sea

Two ocean waves rise and her white caps sway
Reflected by moonlight, her dance begins
When bright stars and night clouds surpass the day
Summer songs have no brilliance to contend
Rolling, rushing waters relax the mind
Morning doves coo, a lover's warm embrace
Seagulls glide closer to intercept time
Between clear, lucid dreams and empty space
Meditate the mind to increase the soul
Heal the heart with aspirations of love
Somewhere in the faint deep, a distant cold
Will be warmed by rainfall from high above
Confusing questions I contemplated
One calming sea has eliminated

Shredders

If shredders could talk
mine would walk back and forth
pacing like a captured animal
with no hope for escape
until exhausted he sat
almost out of breath
except for the last one
which held the composition
of every word to you
I never wrote
or the subdued impositions
I never spoke
for your ears to rearrange
for your eyes to mislead
for your heart to bleed out
and your mind to change
into something you wanted
to finally understand -
Me
If shredders could talk,
so would we

* inspired by Pink's poetry.

Ice Blue

I will be blue
  but I will be ice blue
You will not understand why
or the way I think things through
I will be blue,
 but I will be ice blue
A chilled, camouflaged snowdrift
will hide me from you
I will be blue,
 but I will be ice blue
Marked by counterfeit promises
manufactured by you
I will be blue,
 but I will be ice blue
Imagining the picture
adulterated perfection for two
I will be blue,
 but I will be unresponsive, undemonstrative
ice blue

Just

When summer heat boils
Just press your lips together
And say no again

Ignorant Bliss

The softest breeze has lingered still
to remind me of the coming chill
A rain perhaps or something more
like a storm just off the nothern shore
A quiet night and warmth again
will recreate their bond within
Two hearts that separated once
will reconnect by midnight's chance
As writer's hands relive the kiss
my heart will break from ignorant bliss

Arch

Architects would fantasize
such structure and poise
Construction, creation
amid the sweet noise
Entrepreneurs and amateurs
would gaze with disbelief
At the original beauty
withstanding the heat
As the arch welcomes angels
whose hands lift her up
Rain fueling brainstorms
of something corrupt
But roughness and smoothness
are needed to bend
The deep rising passion
her body feels within
Hair like the rivers
flowing down her spine
Nails gripping tightly
like a learning concubine
Tasting healed pain
and pleasure of flesh
Repeating salicious sighs
she will never confess
At the height of the moment
bridged together for affection
Bent gracefully, waiting patiently
for the overwhelming connection
And then slowly, peacefully
completely crumbling into parts
Secured only with the solid strength
her ear to his heart

First Steps

Scents and sounds of baby powder and sighs
Greet me as I watch each small step you take
To steady your balance upon each try
Encouraging your mind to concentrate
On the importance of learning to walk
With your held held high, full of confidence
Along the path you choose outlined in chalk
From these childhood years of innocence
A strong, steady hand inside of your own
Will grasp your fear until it fades away
And you will remember when you have grown
The courage it gave you to undertake
Small feats of success and failure at times
Bring hope to your heart and tears to my eyes