My
Undoing
Began at the beginning
Defending the should-be defender
All I gave, all it took
There it was, their rain
Always asking
Never, ever answering
I think I thought
It fed me to feed
Now I am fat of myself
And starved of them
Tag Archives: Poetry
On Foray
What today’s might
Allowed me to keep only at bay
It is true
Tomorrow I will advance against
I will feel the tug
I will quickly taste of smite
heal thyself (1)
I must stand
Born under some mandate
To remain flexed at the ready
But for this
As I am organic
Cracking apart, waning with each moment
I cannot stay
Staid
For this story
And to tell it
With due care and congeniality
I must sit
And Jump….
I found my eyes fixed
My jaw dropped
And guard down
In awe of the happy
The white linen
The leaping hair
The complete carelessness
While jumping on mattresses
Betty
Doll-play
Lasted all of three months
For me my friend
Declared abandoned
Once the pattern repeated
Once two many times
For me to ignore
How they toss her aside
From their box
And steal her pretty shoes
Unthought
That I was never a crown jewel
Did me no harm
For under the pearl
I know I was birthed
There is though my anguish
My heartbreak from grey
For what reason my shroud
And his shame
Backward to Here
Or are there cobwebs inside
Is the dream still alive
To let me see inside
To beg the moon
To the window pane
To plaster my aching face
To run then walk up
From here to there
To speed thru urban then country veins
I am consumed with the want
Now cracked by Creeping Charlie
Atop a concrete vast
Always remained empty
A shiny brick and glass box
An oasis to soothe the desert
The middle of rural elsewhere
When I’d hope for
I witnessed years ago
The barn-raining of sorts
Racing back to my mind’s insomniac eye
It is the middle of midnite
Here in the diamond city
Clutch
The conversation amongst Creation
Ripples through the wood
Chip-chirp, hoot-whoo, back and forth
Speak they, then stop
Perched strong atop
The corner of their branches
To consider whether serving
As her a.m. alarm
Is worthy
Of their majesty
Remembered
He
With a clarinet voice in June
On a lone sun day sang his joy us tune
What a gift was he
Me
On a journey that won’t end soon
Thru windows without strings calling the moon
He’ll remember me
Orange
Please
Know what I don’t know to ask
Hear my whisper in your sleep
Awaken
Take my Hallows’ Eve hair into your hands
Pledge to me
Light a candle
Taste of orange
Ward-back this oddest of aches
Please
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