Je m’appelle Lisa

I neither got to visit Versailles
Nor know wanderlust’s calm at Gare de Bruges
That glory was one beat too far

Moulin Rouge commanded some checklist, foreign to me
And we’d “miles to go”
Topless beaches on the Med, and all….
Damned dogmas

But Kings and Conductors still summon me
For they heard my name
Nightly, I tell them
You’ve known no such power
And masterpiece
Such God-Speed
As me

So this suitcase sits at my bedside
Packed
With ink-pen and parchment
Pinafores and peace
Decreeing
Whistling
Ready

In Our Fifties

Our chartreuse-colored love

The ugly chair now, that we don’t wish to sit in or admit brought comfort, respite

Nor will we throw it away

We mourn it in the kitchen like a death
Seemingly forever, while surrounded with casseroles of comfort food brought to us by well-meaning “friends”

We watch it as an epic film of someone else’s life
Sitting in the dark, screaming at the screen, warning of their err, fall from grace, then trauma

We escape it with our wanderlust-filled travels near and far
Photographing nature, plus wild wildlife who in-turn, chase us as we sleep, pseudo-nightmares that wake us at 3am

We do this
You, there, and me, here

Silk and brocade-covered hardwood frames we were and we are
Camaraderie and adventure that was to have brought us peace
Closure to the aching

What color was it initially, before the fade, we ask ourselves over and over

What we know for certain — it was an heirloom love

Before the spit up and sweaty workaday clothes soiled it
Before the pained animals in us tore it to shreds
Before our childhood loneliness, unresolved, relegated us to our corners in our fifties — upper lips bloodied, both of us

Walking attachment disorders, detached by default, from each other
All in one, single day

Eventually, we go to the curb with this shredded chartreuse thing

Pack up and move far away

Looking from the rear-view mirror at what was, we draw others’ ire as we drive too-slow down that road

It is always dusty Summer in our hearts’ mind’s eye

Higher Self

Ask about my windows, World!
Inquire of my peace
Be vulnerable and take my hand
Let “what if” worries cease

If this seems manic to your mind
Then see me with your soul
I’ll take you to dimension five
Your ego slave to Whole

Chasm Falls

My eyes were
Just at peace
Found their home
Enthralled
Candycane-swirls
Looking at you

Looking at her
Your eyes were
Far away
Some new home
So my eyes were just
Just and at peace

Peace Signs

Oh, air
Be the mouthpiece
Speak trouble to trouble
Love to love

Circle round treetops
Salute the sun
Bid the grey-skies goodbye
Fill up the space inside our lungs forcing the silence to sing

Lovesongs again

Burst through perceived blockades
Hasten our footsteps back home

From Defeat

Gingerly
Silently
From a place of respect
From defeat

Not yet ready for the early morning lack
The streets still littered with the chaos that ensued
I close the door

From the other side
I ask, To Whom can I turn

He tells me Yes, and shepherds me to sunlight

River Continuum

The thief has arrived, long in advance, and the theft has already begun

The all-too-familiar strategy…make them concede before sunrise

Their sleep, their breath, the hope for warmth today

NOW comes this, as it has, since before the beginning of time

The River Continuum -a respite, of sorts…a shimmering place, just for peace

Inhale the heat, take back the Now that is here

Evermore

You were dangerous to us
“possessing, and full of”
Your “me” mentality
Experimenting with our experience
Traumatizing our time
Leaving behind
Ghosted train tracks
Coming ahead
Haunting this road
Moreover,
The unhallowed years-
Unending and never over
What peace?
What peace there might have been