What makes this the endMore than any time before?The bitterness I felt for youResentment and much more? Contempt for all your lies, disguisedAs half-truths, tales and bendsThe way you’ve twisted all my words Does not make this the end. It’s not the way you looked at meWhen you turned and said goodbyeOr the fire in my…
As the ice melts around my heartThe footprints of last night remainOffering memories of all that came beforeAnd into time retained. As the ice melts on the lakeThe water starts to moveAnd takes the warmth from the sunTo build a current that soothesThe torrent in my soulA place for time and space explainsThe confluence of…
The fission of my soulCreates energy to destroy Or power the world around me. Its awesome power is created in one simple small nucleus. That builds a bomb to flatten everything I’ve builtOr power and sustain it all forever. But more likely, it’s a dud. That just collapses on itselfAnd leaves the elements hollow and withdrawn From everything.
The totem stands against the wall, Just askew as the night before. Reminding us of all we knewWhen it crossed the threshold door. Should you seek to find the meaning thereYou’ll never know, I’ll never tell. For to repeat what’s held insideWould open Dante’s eternal well. The totem stands against the wall. It looks at me, stares full of…
The milk toast you think you craveWill never satisfy And she’ll always know that She’s not as smartOr witty or worldly or wiseAnd she just barely gets your jokesBut she giggles when you say “ta da”Because when Phineas is on stageEveryone cheersBut she’s never go backstage when you take off your costume and cryYou don’t like someone…
Evidence of reality on the canvas birthed by the three of us creation of ours alive and real I can hear the painting sing a song of place and being.
Watching my crepe paper Skin Slide Over the muscles I move As I reach for the tonic Each morning To give me the energy Of youth To age Through another day And see my skin Wrinkle And slide Again Tomorrow I think Of my mother’s hands As they aged around the Star sapphire That retained its…
Speaking is easier than being a speaker Leading is easier than being a leader Fighting is easier than being a fighter Writing is easier than being a writer Teaching is easier than being a teacher Preaching is easier than being a preacher Loving is easier than being a lover Mothering is easier than being a…
Little girls dream of a happy ending With the prince of charms and all the gold and beautiful things Dream of weddings and children and legacies And the life of fairy tales They fear the tragic end and the broken promises The heartache the pain the loss They are taught to be frightened of the…
A wild thing cannot live among usWith the house cats whose clawsHave been removed and debarked dogsWith groomer cut hair and sweaters. She cannot be domesticatedAnd no matter how sweet herDisposition, she will eventuallyRip out his throat even thoughShe loves him. And some people will blame himFor loving a wildcat. And some peopleWill say it’s…
