yes I remember
the welcome home
the closing doors
vacumes both
that sucked me
gently in
legs dangle
recollection’s edge
smooth beneath my thighs
holds the midday heat
as twilight comes
even now
through all these barren years
I ache for flight-
on slipstreams of hello
and the strident click
of goodbye.
Archive for March, 2008
slips
Posted in Uncategorized on March 27, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Never
Posted in Poetry on March 26, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
There is no answer.
When will I stop missing you-
the only question.
One Lump or Two
Posted in Poetry on March 17, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Pirouetting
years trip
toe to toe-
spinning reckless,
unknown end.
Through all,
my monsters faced,
slight grace was kept,
~always.
Knotted fear
gave way
in moments still
when beauty
reigned over
stricken days-
~rebalanced.
Today the dancer falls.
Uncoordinated fear
as tender flesh
betrays inherent lush.
Discordant rock-hard
pebbles strewn beneath
my will-less breast.
Where is grace
and beauty found
when traitor turns
upon herself?
The enemy within,
~visualize
I tell myself,
less have beaten
greater odds.
In one heartbeat
life can change,
and graceless move
toward its end,
~fini?
Under Chiricahua
Posted in Poetry on March 15, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Dancers painted as the four directions,
their feathers frayed and tattered as our pride-
pleading elemental insurrection
in setting white blood promises aside
to call Ga’an among us, be our guide,
new wanderers they ransom from the smoke,
in spirit lore to delve at fireside-
a counterpoise we feign, as not to choke.
Oh summon ancient ones with eagle cloak
as moon and sun [...]
Liora’s Gift
Posted in Poetry on March 15, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
The Swallow, The Constant Reformation
and The Defiance set sail 1653.
Prince Maurice and Rupert to command them-
brothers tied with cords of bravery.
Clear the skies and bright the stars to guide them,
gone those many months, companioned might,
till evening fell upon the twelfth of August-
The Swallow and The Constant lost from sight.
One astray off Anegada Island,
storm-swept against [...]
Wayward
Posted in Poetry on March 12, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
The quiet place
I need to hold
eludes me.
No sweet alone,
no borrowed time
to find.
Soothe the baby,
rock her gently,
whisper how
the days might fall
with love’s soft breath-
and yet…
My muscles clench
against the ache,
stomach tight-
a vacuum pulled
and taut beneath
one wayward heart.
