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.

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The Contender

Surly scent of testosterone

muscles it way to the fore,

Daring all challengers to

break his hold and throw

him to the floor.

 

Sweet perfume and downcast

eyes, a strand of gentle curl,

the slightest tilting of the head

and iron fists unfurl.

 

Parting lips which breathe

a sigh; his head begins

to swim. An upward glance,

a gentle touch; knees

buckle under him.

 

Strength of gentle femininity,

uncalculated power,

caves the strength of any man,

causes massive bulk to cower.

 

Fragility it may appear to be,

but in the slight of frame

does belie the truth of life –

was from Woman that you came.

 

{Inspired by     somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond  by E. E. Cummings}

Free to Stay

Greater freedom brings deeper love.

Wild spirit corralled, contained, shut in
Captured, prized, caged within

Succumbs, submits, surrenders, subdued
dying, living, alone, confused

Pressing, pushing, challenging, contends
Rattles, shakes, strikes, offends

Released, expelled, spirit set free
Circles, soars… returns to me

Needing, wanting, loving, soiree

No longer captive…

Is free–

To stay

Published in: on June 17, 2009 at 5:11 pm  Comments (1)  

Life’s Colors Merging

Interweaving of stories
Twistings of plot
Moments of lives intersecting
forming celtic knots

Interconnecting circles
Life’s colors merging
Souls barely touching
Yet utterly entwined

New patterns created…

Fractals–building over time

Published in: on June 1, 2009 at 5:25 pm  Leave a Comment  
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