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

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}

Patchwork for a Princess

Delicate petals of violet blue, strewn along swirling vines,

a floral pattern on white starched cotton.

 

I see her sitting in the front pew, feet swinging;

patent leather shoes topped with white bobby socks;

freckles playing hop scotch across her nose.

 

Stripes: Shades of blue and purple,

some wide, some narrow,

rivers traveling side by side.

 

Her first sewing project was a simple apron,

She wanted ruffles. I’d said, ‘no’.

Sad little tears trickled down her face

 

Soft shimmer of lavender satin slumps

into graceful folds on the glazed tile floor.

 

An orchid tilted its haughty head,

as her wrist reached to rest on the shoulder of his tuxedo.

Did he know he was holding royalty?

 

Floral pieces frolic with childhood innocence

Amongst the stripes of her growing years.

Satin insets are sprinkled throughout

Like the silken petals of a rose, mature in its bloom.

Tender memories are embroidered within

This patchwork for a princess.

A coverlet of Mother’s Love spreads warmth

Across the bridal bed.

 

 

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Beyond the Cover


Pages of thin onion skin, delicately touched
with the lilting script of a fountain pen.
Coarser pages of sturdy stock filled
with strong characters of printer’s ink.
Binding woven with threads of friendships
Dipped in the warm glue of sisterhood.
The poetry of life fills the pages,
sing song limericks of childhood
followed by lines of romantic verse.
Tears stain tattered pages
where losses deep are journaled.
The title embossed in gilded gold,
you shall find “Woman” inside.

“Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by heart and his friends can only read the title.” ~ Virginia Woolf

Published in: on April 27, 2010 at 2:46 pm  Leave a Comment  

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  
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