Halfway Through

Forty-eight inches,

a decade of growth,

curled into fetal comfort,

seeks the safety

of mother’s womb.

 

Smooth tender scalp

rests on her shoulder,

arms encircle her neck.

Cuddle toys can’t

fill his need

for security.

 

Radiation’s brand marks

the tomb of the enemy,

robber of joy, peace and play.

Plastic tubes pump

poison into his chest.

 

Dad is big and strong,

Mom, warm and wise,

but sarcoma sucks;

that’s just the way it is.

A Chill in the Air

On Tuesday you cried

upon my shoulder,

trusting Jesus to save

your soul.

On Friday you played

the entertainer, making light

of fearful faces in the room.

~

You left us in November

as the cold was setting in.

~

You danced in the face of death,

a can of beer in your hand.

But morning came with raindrops,

in your bed you would remain.

You communicated in silence,

lids weighted with eternal sleep.

~

You left us in November

as the cold was setting in.

~

We ate brownies topped

with ice cream, while the lesbian

hugged the Catholic and God’s

Spirit sweetly smiled.

We laughed through tears

as we remembered; said

our prayers to fill the void.

~

You left us in November

as the cold was setting in.

~

I said goodbye on Thursday,

and left roses in the snow.

The Clichés of Chick Flicks

oil and water
polarized
irritants
under the skin

back to back
stiff shouldered
defiance

anger’s passion
bursts into flame
consuming walls
of separation

melting away
divisions
igniting
love’s fire

sealed with a kiss

always meant
to be

same old story
same old lie

Future Breeze

An aroma of hope rises in the air, soft and inviting,
gently calling forth a sense of anticipation;
drawing it up from the deep well of my being.
It does not yet contain the scent of present joy,
for it is carried on the distant winds of future days,
providing only hints of a sweet fragrance
floating down through time,
the smoke of incense
swimming in the breeze.

Dec 26, 2009

Published in: on October 19, 2010 at 8:42 pm  Comments (2)  

Smelly Shoelaces Tied in Knots

This old suitcase is tattered, and the zipper is broken, so I wrap it with old shoelaces from smelly gym shoes tied in knots. The handle broke years ago from dragging it up and down the basement stairs each time I made a trip to that dark pit of despair. Somehow the contents of my baggage remains intact. No matter how many times that worn old suitcase spills open, I manage to stuff it all back inside and secure it once again with old shoelaces, tied like my stomach, in tight little knots.

Published in: on May 19, 2010 at 7:37 pm  Leave a Comment  
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Out of Balance

Poetry written by one of the menopausally deranged.

When emotions run deep
Making me unable to speak
My silent tongue betrays
The depth of feeling

When tears are all that flow
From the ache within my soul
Rivers of raw emotion
Erode my stability

As I tremble like a leaf
With no reason for my grief
Please know and understand
It’s purely physical

No circumstances of doom
Have created this cloud of gloom
Just hormones out of balance
Driving this lady crazy!!

Published in: on July 21, 2009 at 5:33 pm  Leave a Comment  

Carousel Ride

The carousel spins and the music plays
Set in the center of an open expanse
Shadow faces blur in an obscure haze
Eyes catch my focus, slightly entranced
Mysterious melodies not quite heard,
as I strain my ears for some direction
All the sounds seem dull and slurred
Hence muting words of Your affection
I sense Your presence still with me
When darkness does envelop
You’ll take the reins and ride with me
On this horse that cannot gallop
When spinning stops and music ends
You’ll lift me gently to the ground
When time is right, You’ll suspend
This ride upon– the merry-go-round

Published in: on June 15, 2009 at 11:19 am  Leave a Comment  

Melancholy Waves

Emotions flow in sync with the tide, lapping at the edge of feeling.

Melancholy waves wash the shore with thoughts subdued in silence.

Unsettled wrestlings with discontent churn the waters from below.

Whispers of currents, source unknown, causes ripples on the surface.

Published in: on June 10, 2009 at 4:13 pm  Leave a Comment  
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