Once a mountain there was
And a woman most worthy
As any woman is
Taking aim, then falling away
With purposeful looking
Set sight on a different mountain
On being a different woman
And she is allowed
As any woman is
Tag Archives: Poetess
Outmoded
Throw me over as an anchor
First, untether me
Cast aside this castaway
Abandon me afterall
To my turmoil, my need
So that you would sail
And should we meet
As ghost-ships might?
May it be as passing
Data Points
Sitting nicely in her exam room
Obligatory questions asked of me
And didn’t I have to lie
Leave the crying out loud for the inside?
For, one’s home is her castle
One’s heart is the treasure
Her smile, sacred
Didn’t I have to lie
I, her patient patient
Fall The Haiku
Very most likely
Quite possibly, probably
This is how it ends
Loyalty: A Haiku
The Queen of Taken
She has soft, but mud-drenched hands
I’ve befriended her
First Thought: A Haiku
It is pretty nice
I say, knowing my purpose
I say, eyes upward
Merged
I believed, I believe, in you. I touched the edges of the shadow of you that I found myself in.
I knew, I know, you’re on purpose. I was promised a plan and your arms just so happened to reach ‘neath my path.
I wanted, I want, to walk onward. I treasure the somehow-spilled-from-you pieces as I journey.
Remain Nameless
Will you let it go
‘Though I grasp steadfast
Will you take your gut to task
Grit your teeth
Tell yourself, Enough! I’ve won!
Will you entertain my fear
Smell my blood
Hear my defeat loud and clear?
Will you let me lose
Less than I deserve
Lisa Mae II
The Earth
Was never going to rip itself from under you
Nor was the Air ever planning
To flee from your lungs
You weren’t waiting for the Universe
And all it’s never going to tell you
To telegraph you
Were you?
What, just what more
Do you need your perfect eyes
Asymmetric emeralds
To see
Yellow like Buttercup
Yoga class
A dark, dark street
At the end of the line, please, please, please
My first Home
A Trek not for the faint
The seat of power
Christmas but not really
Where the mountains meet the sea
At school one day on a lark
Christmas for real this time
New Year’s for sure
With a porch swing
In the mailbox
Around every corner
God knows where else I’ve forgotten
I grew honest
I grew proud
He was there and you were where?
