I’m here

Quiet. My words are quiet.  Breaking through the soft beeps Of the machines Telling me that life Carries on in other worlds In other worlds  Where you walk The wind a balmy breath Upon the pond  As it shimmers  In a tarnished white glow The edges smoothed to whisper In my ear,  “I’m here.”

Fear

I hide you from the world. I do not scream out even when you slide into my bed in the middle of the night wrapping your icy fingers around my breast.   I deny you exist. Even when your blows fall upon my aching spine wringing  salty tears that I hold down within these eyes…

Vegetarian 

Knife poised I stare  At the avocado  All set to pierce the scaly skin Scoop out the ripe flesh.. Did it die When you plucked it from the tree?  Or, am I the only one Who can hear it scream?

25 years, (what do I have?)

I have rubies Encased in diamonds I have a song When the wind blows strong I have my girls  Who keep me in laughter I have love  That never let’s me falter I have memories That help me fight I have words  To keep me upright I have friends Who make my life ring true…

Reflections #AtoZChallenge

Reflections of reflections mirrors to my soul if I made it so far surely my words can walk you a few steps more to that calm place deep within your mind where tiny footsteps echo the passing of time where another year passes with verse to delight speckled in the air little droplets of light.

Z: zugzwang #AtoZChallenge

Zugzwang: (Chess) a situation where any decision or move taken is a serious, and often, decisive disadvantage.   I was ready to quit, wasn’t I?  To throw in the towel I had had enough No more attachments, I said. Then I looked into your face Those eyes I could not escape  You put me in zugzwang …

Y: Yarling #AtoZChallenge

Yarling: wailing, howling There’s a litchi tree  somewhere And it is mine That is where I turn to To hide among the branches That sweep To the ground. I buried your ashes there Beneath That litchi tree  That they cut down They would not listen, ” that tree”  They said  “Has to be gone”. Under…

X: Xenization #AtoZChallenge

Xenization: (doing something) as a stranger In my xenization I have roamed places I thought I out-grew not one of the people I met wore a mask I thought I knew. I pushed on, a mitfit and an outcast in masks that smelled of mildew till I returned to stare at your face the only…

W: wilding #AtoZChallenge

Wilding: that which grows without cultivation I harvest the words in fits and starts snatched from a dream a melting heart a phrase here a thought out there wilding words that weave into verse burst into song weep and delight to create a poem that is my life.  

V: vagant #AtoZChallenge

Vagant: roaming, wandering Age has levied its toll on my heart this old heart that breathes with me walks with me and teaches me the songs to save. There are no tolls though, on my vagant soul which still whistles   back at the moon and rides the crest of every wave.

U: Umbriferous #AtoZChallenge

Umbriferous: providing shade I often wonder how it would be to touch your cheek again would it be warm to my touch or cool against my skin? I close my eyes and imagine floating in the dark unknown where I fumble and surrender to the night sinking in your umbriferous shadow

T: tacent #AtoZChallenge

Tacent: silent the white lotus bursts into sudden symphony shattering the tacent night with shards of  sweet music that pierce the soul with their fragrance #wayra