Woman to your manContinent
Pearl
After pearl
After pearl
I throw
Spending my days
Deeper
And deeper
And deeper
I dive
Losing my air
Circus of soil, of sea
Ringmaster, surf dweller
Walk away, swim away
I lord
Freeing my soul
Demurrer
Permission
And you don’t need it
Rocket fuel, though
For out-of-this-world ideals
Owned by idealistic men
Courageous ones with gall
With a willingness
To join hands with the Other
To answer
To make an admission, but never concede
Human
Kazoo
I can sleep now
It’s late, or early somewhere and I’ve worn enough sets of eyes for the day
Uncertain eyes
Thankless eyes
Never felt quite right, though
So I got tired eyes
Now all that’s left
Remember whose I am
Then what green-gold glint
Comes fluttering back
Roaring, of course, but of your blinded eyes
Blinding mine
Tired still
No Mere Myth
‘Tis true, love is a madness
Yet not merely, tho’ entirely
And its abode a wrongful ill
Yet I, at home in love
Nonetheless
Original thought Credit:
William Shakespeare; “Love is merely a madness….”
Absent: A Haiku
They are always gone
Whether with the stormy gale
Or about their Day
Sellout’s Remorse
This feeling
That feeling
The feeling
Hair
Touching
My shoulders
Mine
And
Not yours
We Women in Haiku
Over honest toast
Concluded we are alright
And truthful coffee
Then forevermore
Intimated in good faith
You are alright too
Questions from the Kitchen
Why then, the pool of flesh on the floor?
Why then, the hearkening back
Again and again and again?
Linoleum and helplessness
And bargaining
The feel of it all
On my knees
My shoulders, still
A Mother’s love
It’s why I breathe, still
I answer
It’s what it looks like to me