Tuesday, August 15, 2017

nights

sometimes
all it takes
is an unexpected
"why?"

to make things
go offtrack

sometimes
all one does
is misplace a
kiss

to make feelings
go astray

sometimes
in the silence
of the night

when each passing light
is a falling star
in your heart

all you can do
is bottle up

and start again

it doesn't matter
anyway

(remind me what for)


Tuesday, August 8, 2017

please

please
let it be real

please
let it be new

please
learn how to feel

please
learn what is true

please
let me inside
even if
it is stark

please
know it is love
even when
it is dark

i'm not an illusion
anymore

(true)



they say

idle talk
about specific things

stormy clouds
empty rings

tender times
are far away

sunny skies
hopeful days

dream away
what's left of the night

surely things
will be all right

they say





Sunday, August 6, 2017

beware

beware the one
who tickles your ear
with jokes and laughs
about others

she's also the one
who delights your friends
with jabs and sneers
about you



your child

so glad your child
isn't mine

i'd teach him some manners

with love and attention
and humour

i'd be strict
up to a point

watchful
at all times

ready with a hug
(not a strangle)

and real

you should know
you have a smart
and loving child

inside

it just takes awhile
to excavate him

out of the world's
darknesses



Tuesday, July 18, 2017

tightrope

if you can't see
my face
how are you so sure
of how i feel?

if all you're going by
is my voice
how are you so sure
of my anger?

if i breathe
the wrong way
will i lose you forever?

i walk
toe to heel
on the line

hoping this time
to be right

(true)


Wednesday, July 5, 2017

again

tear
the pages
to
my heart

again and again 
and again

replace
my words
with
your story

again and again
and again

bend
the dreams
with
your will

again and again
and again

deny
my life
with
your love

again and again
and again

(can't win)





in a world that's constantly changing (matt and stella)

(july 11, 2009)

he thought he had it all, but he wanted to be sure.

matt moved to the side of the restaurant counter, sliding the food tray with him. he checked over the orders. her cheeseburger, mayonnaise no onions. (because she's allergic to onions.)  his cheeseburger, mustard, no onions. (because he wanted to be kissed some time this decade.) ok. fries. cups for drinks. all there. good.

he carefully walked to the back booth, and put down the food. gently, he pulled the ear bud from stella's right ear.

"what do you want to drink?"

startled a little, stella looked up from her writing.

"um . . uh . .something diet. thanks."

matt kissed her ear, causing her to pull back with giggles. he grabbed the cups, and went on a beverage hunt.

he came back with drinks, napkins, and ketchup balanced precariously in his hands. he saw that she had unwrapped her burger, and spread her fries next to it. he did the same, slowly shaking out the fries from their container. he then took the ketchup and drizzled it in a crisscross fashion over the side order. he pulled his tray closer to the edge of the table, put the napkin on his lap, and looked up.

stella had already taken three bites out of her burger, and was holding a big handful of fries near her mouth.

"what?" she asked, voice muffled by food.

"n ..nothing." he smiled slightly.

she nodded, and inhaled potato.

he watched her for a moment, admonishing himself. of course she was hungry . . .it had been hours since breakfast, and very late for lunch. why didn't he remember that she was a real person, who ate regularly and did things at their normal times? for all the nuttiness, and quirkiness that was stella, she still had a schedule she kept to. people depended on her at more predictable times. and even now, on her vacation, he could tell she was trying to keep things orderly. well, as orderly as she could with him around.

"i'm sorry."

"why?" she had slowed the pace down a bit, and it was easier to understand her through pickles.

"i didn't know you were so hungry."

"no .. i'm ok. i always eat like this, unfortunately." she smiled as she caveman-ripped at her burger. she put it down, and reached on her lap for the napkin that wasn't there.

"sorry. here."

he handed her what she searched for, watching her delicately spotting the paper to her lips.

"thanks. quit saying you're sorry."

matt looked down quickly, trying to hide his eyes.

"i *am* sorry, though. i didn't mean to starve you."

"it's ok. i'm here with you. i'm fitting into your schedule."

"but i don't *have* a schedule."

stella sighed.

"it's ok. your lack of a schedule is a schedule, too. it's just a free and easy schedule. sort of a . .non-schedule thing. "

she giggled. he looked up.

"let's see how many more times i can say "schedule" in a sentence."

he looked down again, this time to smile and shake his head.

"eat, matt. it'll work out."

so they ate, and talked, and giggled through their meal. well, she giggled. matt smiled wryly a few times, and let out small explosions of laughter that surprised him. he felt strangely. . . optimistic.

he may just have it all, but he still wasn't sure.



Friday, June 30, 2017

i'm a lot like you were (matt and stella)

after dinner, after computer time, as they settled down into bed, matt and stella like to read. it seems to be thie only thing that takes the hyper out of stella, and matt is more than happy to lie next to his sweet one.

one night, he noticed a frown on his dear one's face. (ok, ok, i'll stop with the cutesy labels. he does think she's sweet. and dear. and adorable. and . . oh, i said i would stop. sorry.) he leaned his head over, and slightly bumped hers. she bumped back, and looked over his shoulder.

"whatcha reading?" she whispered into his ear.

"robert benchley. you?"

"cosmo."

"oh." matt straightened up a bit. " it's cosmo night?"

"no. this is an old one."

"oh. ok. i thought it was too early in the month."

"you thought right."

they smiled at each other. cosmo night was . . .ok, do i even have to go into it? when you get a new cosmopolitan magazine, you have to share it with your partner, don't you? there's the test at the end, and the "would i look good in this?" and "smell this, would ya?" as well as the "are you flexible enough for that?"

stuff like that.

anyway . .

stella sighed.

"what?"

"nothing."

"ok."

matt warily went back to his book.

stella sighed again. most emphatically.

"ok. what?"

"noooooottthhhing."

she looked up. he stared at her with the "get on with it" look. so, she showed him the article she was reading. 'how to live to be a hundred' it read.

"i used to think i'd only live to twenty one. then maybe twenty five. but, now it seems like, with all the preservatives, and the steroids, and all that . . we can live for forever."

matt smiled. stella was animated, tossing her hair and flashing her eyes. she didn't speak with the correct grammar he always tried to use, but she had more emotion in her voice than he ever had, which to him was a hundred years better.

"would you want to live to be a hundred?" she asked.

"i didn't used to."

she caught on almost immediately.

"reeeeally?"

"yes. really." it was hard for him to keep a straight face.

"when did you start wanting to live to be a hundred?" she wheedled.

"i don't know." he looked away, smiling.

"yes you dooooo."

"no, i don't. really."

"yes you doooooo."

"no. i really don't."

"yes you . . ."

"stella."

"yes?"

"stop talking to the dogs."

"hey!" she shoved at him with her shoulder. "my voice doesn't go that high!" she composed herself, solemn face, sparkling eyes.

"is this better?" her inner bullfrog said.

"ew! now there's a dick kill!"

"too barry white?"

matt leaned over, and glared at her.

"most decidedly." he intoned.

she kissed him lightly on the lips, and went on.

"so . . .when did you want to live to be a hundred?" she asked, in her 'perfectly feminine' voice.

"when my life became more worthwhile." it was his turn to whisper in her ear. "when i met you."

"ohh, maaaaaaaaatttt . . ."

"ok. ok. don't get so puddly."

"yes sir."

"you'd better read up on ben gay. you'll be using it soon enough."

"ew. thanks for the visual."

matt leaned over again, and kissed her hair.

"i love you, dearie."

stella laughed in surprise.

"i love you too . . .you old codger."



Thursday, June 29, 2017

visions

she kept things
in words

sentences and
phrases

be captured things
in pictures

scenes and
stages

they met
in between

her describing
feelings he'd
never felt

he showing
places she'd
never seen

she wrote
furiously
in her notebook

trying to make
him see

but his eyes
were elsewhere

looking for that
next perfect
image

to still
and hold

for eternity

(see)



the crisis of remembering (matt and stella)

dear matt,

i was trying last night to remember you. really remember you. i can't.

i tried for how you looked. i know, i know. i could just look at the pictures i have. they don't help. they don't move. they float silently on my monitor, stiffly smiling, with dead eyes. paused. not free.

i went for how you sound. easy. i hear your voice every day. but, did you know that the phone makes your voice deeper? harder, in a way. sort of . . . untouchable.

i've given up feeling your arms.

can you do something for me? can you really, really *try* to get well? because i know when you do put your mind to something, then it happens. and ... you *do* want to see me again . . .

. . don't you?

i know. i know. i'm forever silly. you do miss me, as much as i miss you. but, after-a-while, it seems like no matter how much you try to assure me . . .i mean . . it's like the words get meaningless as we repeat them over and over again. but, i do love you. and i do miss you. and i do want to be with you again . . 

. . . and i don't know how to tell you in a new, beautiful way that will heal everything.

please remember me. i can never forget you.


love,

stella

Tuesday, June 27, 2017

you are missed

you are noticed
you are loved

you are missed

even though
i know
you're having fun

even though
i know
you'll come back
soon

your presence
(so constant and calm)
is not felt

your voice
(so caring and kind)
is not heard

it's quiet in the corner
where you stood

and lived
and loved
and laughed

come back
and be with us
again

you are missed

(soon)



Thursday, June 22, 2017

for the worst

it started sketchy
then you filled in
the blanks

vowing your love
as long as i
told you everything

and i told you
everything

baring my soul
night after night

you took from me
my problems
and gave to me
your solutions

lecturing me
over and over
about what i
must do

for the best

but somewhere
along the line
your words took
a turn

for the worse

and you started
magnifying the
darknesses that
i tried to hide

telling me
over and over
what i must do

to end it all

and i followed
your steps
to the letter

spelling out
my life before
my eyes

wishing and hoping
it didn't have to be
this way

but it was better
this way

you told me so
and i believed

(the end)







Saturday, June 17, 2017

too soon?

you have
that shine in your eyes

like she did
like she did

when you look at me
sidewise

like she did 
like she did

you laugh
in that familiar tune

like she did
like she did

when you hear me holler
at the moon

...but is it too soon?

shouldn't i be immune
to love right now?

shouldn't i be living
in a tomb right now

with her?

sometimes all i
see is the her in you

it makes me want to run

like i did
like i did

when she first walked my way

(stay)







Thursday, June 15, 2017

the limit

what happens 
when even just a little word

makes it all bad?

what does it mean
when just a movement

leads to sadness?

what was once 
excitement
has turned into
a chore

and what once 
was forever
is now 
nevermore

it all changed
with goodbye
didn't it?

that was the limit
to happiness

and uncertainty

(flee)



Sunday, June 11, 2017

the end

the end
can be like the beginning

sudden and
spontaneous

full of the spirit
that you once loved
(but grew to hate)

the parting
can be unnoticed

subtle and sustaining

a disintegration
that sneaks up on you
in your lonely night

the silence
can be like thunder

rumbling and
rebellious

reminding you
how close you
once were

to the everything
that was
before he whispered

goodbye

prompt: http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2017-april-pad-challenge-day-30



Saturday, June 10, 2017

too much

i can't flex
without hitting my head
on the ceiling

i'm too big
for this world

i can't think
without causing a commotion
in the room

i'm too bad
for this world

i can't tell you 
how i feel

show you 
what i see

let you in
on what becomes me

without tearing 
myself apart
in agony

i'm too real 
for you

i'm too dead
for me

(go)



in the dark

was ready
to let go

was ready
to break free
from me

for you

was hoping
i could bare my soul

however old

in hopes to
feel again

foolish heart
led me astray

to what i thought
was you

beckoning me on

now i sit
in darkness
again

a novelty
i'm used to

and yet
if you lit up
again

i'd follow

who knows
why

no butterfly
ever lasted
so long

so long
so long

(close)




Wednesday, May 31, 2017

british ways

i wanna be
like the british are

cultured and calm
ones

sly eyed knowing

but it's hard
to measure up

when i can't metric

it's hard
to drive around

when i can't find
the lane i'm supposed
to be in

it's hard to imagine
the turmoils of
shakespeare

when i can't even
spend my last pound

without turning around

and going back for a
dictionary

nothing's ordinary
about the british

(thank goodness!)

prompt: http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2017-april-pad-challenge-day-29



Sunday, May 28, 2017

sense memories

she walked out
in the misty rain

escaping from
the words and deeds
that had her swimming
upstream

the wind gently combed
through her hair
as if it were trying hard
to calm her down

she was crying again

and even though
everyone was ok
and even though
it was all talked out

she still was
stirred up
by the stupidest things

the accent of a stranger
that sounded so much
like his voice

the colour of a shirt
that she knew he had
in his closet

the smell of a tree
that reminded her
of his hygiene

neat and square
calm and strong
and clean

not at all like her

she walked slowly
through the blue
from above

lost in the spell of
the splatters and drops
before her

wondering when
the sun would come back
into her world

and when she 
could smile 
again


prompt: http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2017-april-pad-challenge-day-28



the pest

i used to hate it
when you cracked
your knuckles

with the beat
of every song
you heard

i tried my best
to keep up with
your words

when you would
ramble away at
nothing

each hiccup that
happened
each burp that
bursted

went on a list
inside my head

the pest

but oh
what i wouldn't give
to hear you
laugh again

do you know i
feel your smile
before i see it?

do you know i
smell your hair
before you round
the corner

to my heart

do you know that
it's been rains
inside my soul
for many a day
now

as i wait for the sun?

i wince
at every petty word
that i jotted down
in anger

wishing for a way
to a reprieve

but how can i
cross bridges that
smolder in smoke

in the remote chance
of forgiveness?

and now i find
the pest 
is me

(free)

prompt: http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2017-april-pad-challenge-day-27



Saturday, May 27, 2017

regret

Is there anything
you regret about this?

no

i learned about me
and what i could create

i learned about him
and how socks mate

i felt the warm breeze
on the bare of my head

i didn't wish i was dead
half the time that i
used to

But you do now......?

yes

but the darkest clouds come
at the hint of the dawn

and the loudest noises happen
at the end of the song

i feel like the universe
is starting to blow

and i've learned long ago
that i cannot smile

without paying the price . . . . .

Are you always this dramatic?

yes

but you have to expect that
from poets

(do)

prompt: http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2017-april-pad-challenge-day-26



Friday, May 26, 2017

fault

no matter
what i say

it's my fault

no matter
what i do

it's my fault

no matter
how clearly
i describe what's inside

on the outside,
i'm wrong

thanks for
reminding me
what's due

nothing's ever
true when i
spite myself

(learn)

prompt: http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2017-april-pad-challenge-day-25




Thursday, May 25, 2017

in faith

in faith
you crossed
many miles

just to see me

thinking
all the time
about the thought
of me

and how your dreams
would all come true

but the smoothness
had some wrinkles

and the truth
had some lies

and yet you
defied everything

just to be with me

and now you list
all the excuses
to stay

and all the ways
you can leave

nothing good 
can stay 
to the willingly
deceived

and so you
grieve
in a trap of
your own making

lacking in the graces
it takes
to extricate yourself

what fate
brought you far
away from your
troubles

and into the
puzzle of what
should be?

(free)


prompt: http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2017-april-pad-challenge-day-24



Tuesday, May 23, 2017

bookends

once friends

two people
in the sun

bookends

frame the sky
one to one

 extend

separated by
all the rain

transcend

moving past
all the pain

depend

one to hold
in the park

now end

nothing left
but the dark








i was nice to you

i was nice to you
then you cut me deep

i was nice to you
now i cannot sleep

i was nice to you
and you cut me off

i was nice to you
even when you scoffed

i was nice to you
and you didn't play fair

i was nice to you
and all you did was stare

i was nice to you
i stayed the man

i was nice to you
but you didn't understand

i was nice to you
i was nice to you
i was nice to you

i was nice to you
but you know what?

who gives a damn



finale

i used to lean
on what words
were said

now i lean
on the past

i used to look
at the first
of the day

now i look 
at the last

i used to know
how worthy
i was

now i know
i was wrong

i used to hear
the beauty
in me

now i hear
a different song

i used to wait
to read each
email

now i wait
for you to send

i used to think
you would stay
forever

now i think
about the end

(goodbye)






goodbye

goodbye
to innocence

goodbye
to loss

goodbye
to confidence

without cost

goodbye
to sunshine

goodbye
to songs

goodbye
to happiness

that rights the wrongs

abrupt
and decided

dark
and true

the world
was brighter

with the heart of you

now passed
now gone

(on)




Sunday, May 21, 2017

last time you called

i'm sorry

the last time
you called
i couldn't hear
anything

but wind and
thunder
and rain

and the soft
whispers
i was used
to sending
your way

turned into
a volley of
yells
growls
and
screams of frustration

not at all
what i want
to leave you with

i know my voice
is a word picture
of what i am

and i want
that image
to be perfect

to see you through
the night

bookends of
conversation can
make for volumes
of beautiful words

as long as
the connection
is true

(new)

prompt:  http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2017-april-pad-challenge-day-23



Sunday, May 14, 2017

whispers of kitties

he was an orange cat
who laid out in
the sun

she was a shy
siamese

hiding from everyone

he was the only one
who cared enough
to visit

she was the only one
who understood
his spirit

without words
they talked around
the differences
they had

good and bad

one choosing
to ignore
what the other one
was

the other
forgetting
what the other one
wasn't

living in the
true and now
that fables hoped
to be

(free)

prompt: http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2017-april-pad-challenge-day-22




Tuesday, May 9, 2017

at the automat

who will she meet
who buys the meat
at the automat

who's in her head
who's got the bread
at the automat

who'll hold her hand
who'll open the cans
at the automat

mysteries abound 
love can be found
at the automat

at the automat ....

(eat)



Saturday, May 6, 2017

the knife

he held
the knife
so carefully

and cut
with such
precision

his tone
was soft
and casually

he told her
his decision

she winced
with each
indignity

but hid
behind her smile

she waited
for some
sympathy

but that
was not his style

all she heard
was the chopping
sound

of the blade
against the board

all she felt
was the beating
down

of her heart
and how it tore

each time
the shaft 
separated the bone

(alone)

prompt: http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2017-april-pad-challenge-day-21




Monday, May 1, 2017

a task

i'll send her
a message

i'll give her
a task

i'll see if
she answers

and do
what i ask

i'll form my words

so carefully

and see
what she'll do
for me

after all,
isn't that what
love is?

(see)

prompt: http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2017-april-pad-challenge-day-20



Saturday, April 29, 2017

memory

what's foggy
in my eyes

is forever
in my heart

what's shaky
in my voice

is steady
in my head

what began
with us
out in the misty light

will be carried
with me
until darkness comes

no one
will remember

but me

prompt: http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2017-april-pad-challenge-day-19



Thursday, April 27, 2017

death in dreams to come

i have a fear
of death

you wouldn't
think so
with all the
books i read

about dead
celebrities,
archaic maladies,

suicides

and other sad
subjects

sometimes
i lie in bed

thinking of
the last moment
of agony

was there
a clarity
just before it went dark?

i never thought
i would die
of my plague

i was always
told
i would conquer
cancer

but the closer
i get
to the sun going
down

the more i fear
that i haven't done
enough

for everyone

i just want to help
while i can
when i can
for who i can

before the end
takes the colours away

(stay)


prompt: http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2017-april-pad-challenge-day-18




Wednesday, April 26, 2017

dance

permission
to dance

permission
to lead you
around the room

permission
to mold you
to my version
of the music

permission
to breathe in
the breaths
marvel at
the steps

share in
the happiness

of you

trail around
the room
with me

the best is yet to be

prompt: http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2017-april-pad-challenge-day-17




library system

the system
i work for
is alive in books,
ideas, art, talk,
laughter

most anything

we almost fight
to redefine
what a library is

with gentle voices
that weave
pleasant undertones

suggesting new roads
to travel
in the steps of
knowledgeable people
we never met

but want to be like

to do good
with what you have
in a job
that you love

is a dream
i never want
to wake from

(true)

prompt:  http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2017-april-pad-challenge-day-16



Tuesday, April 25, 2017

one time

one time
when the days are long
we'll play all the songs
that we can remember
in the sunshine
then sit down and share
our dreams

one night
when the moon sits still
we'll lay on the hill
tracing all the galaxies
'til the morning
then snuggle up and dream
our dreams

never fear a whispered dream

prompt: http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2017-april-pad-challenge-day-15





Friday, April 21, 2017

blessing in disguise

you must have
been hooded
and covered in black

you must have
been jaded
and not looking back

i must have
been troubled
and ready for attack

because i let you in

you could have
been subtle
and full of mystery

you could have
been trouble
and filled with agony

i could have
been muddled
and full of misery

because i let you win

and there was no turning back

prompt: http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2017-april-pad-challenge-day-14




family

my he and she
and me
of a family

isn't the same
as the she and she
and he and she
that my friend has

and the he and she
and sometimes he
that live down the way
don't begin to convey
my "normal" experiences

but no matter
the equation
(parenthesis and squared)

no matter
the phrasing
(meta or otherwise)

there's always
the journey to love
and respect

the playfulness
and protectiveness
is there

so there

don't compare
the quantities
of participants

don't worry about
the definitions
of roles

just love and know
you are

family

just the way you are

prompt: http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2017-april-pad-challenge-day-13


guilty

they thought we were happy
but we weren't

she wasn't as perfect
as all those pictures
told

she nagged and yelled
and pointed a finger

at all i did

you didn't know her

and what she was growing
inside of herself
would have been against me
too

he'd be staring at me
with her cold black eyes

measuring each weakness

all she did that day
was walk away

back to me
shoulders squared

all i saw was her
stomping out

face forward
towards the storm

i didn't do anything
to her
that she didn't do
to herself

i swear

prompt: http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2017-april-pad-challenge-day-12



Thursday, April 20, 2017

at work

when the rain fell in the midst of the day
time walked slowly and carefully undone
and the whispers they weaved along the way
were filled with their laughter and painful puns

what happens at work helps pass the hours
what happens in the back melts the tensions
what's said in confidence strengthens power
what's said in silhouette goes without mention

don't misconstrue the smiles and furtive glances
please don't think we are sarcastic and mean
don't miss out on these humanistic chances
that reveal kindnesses in what's unseen

walk gently with us on our twisted way
we tell you everything in nothing we say

prompt: http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2017-april-pad-challenge-day-11



Sunday, April 16, 2017

traveling in mind

when i was gone
and away from
myself

when i couldn't feel
hands or legs

or hope

i lie in wait
in a tomb of
myself

and looked for ways to escape

i found people
who shared their
lives

with camera in face
or microphone to
lips

calmly recounting
an ordinary day

in a selfie kind of world

you may think
these people
are conceited

a studio of one
inflicting themselves
on the universe

but i remember
the days of pause

when the sun outside
was calling

but i couldn't answer

those days were shortened
by images of new york,
florida, california

and other places i will never know

travelling in mind
waiting for body
to follow

hobbling behind
but every growing
inside

thank you for taking me on the ride

prompt: http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2017-april-pad-challenge-day-10








so long

goodbye
to the easy

goodbye
to the past

goodbye
to the finishes

that were never going to last

goodbye
to the bad thoughts
that plague my
nights

goodbye
to the hated
the troubles
and the fights

it's time to find me
in all this mess

and own the troubles
that brewed
and put me to the test

live again

(away)

prompt: http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2017-april-pad-challenge-day-9



Thursday, April 13, 2017

panic

i try
very hard
not to baby my emotions

i try
to be brave
at all times

but something inside me
changed
after the plague

walls drew closer
the world got bigger

the eyes of a thousand people
could be felt
on my face

all i want to do
is walk away
from places i used to
linger in

all i want to say
is hidden inside
a foggy brain

all i want to be
is that fearless girl
that knew everything

and wanted
to tell it all
in one breath

before the lights went out inside

prompt: http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2017-april-pad-challenge-day-8



Tuesday, April 11, 2017

a pain

it started
as a pain
(just a small pain)
in my side

it grew
into a swelling
(but was it a swelling?)
in my side

then a day passed
then another
(don't know how many)
and i waited

and the pain
turned into a habit
a thing i had to work around

more pillows
less covers
hot compress
long baths

anything but going
to the doctor

anything but talking
to a friend

because going would mean
something was wrong

telling would mean
something was there

hiding means
nothing was there
to hurt me

and the pain stayed
too long

until it changed me
entirely

forever

prompt: http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2017-april-pad-challenge-day-7




rain

when the rain comes
i open all the windows

just to hear the drops
beating down on
the rooftops

i lie down on the bed
and close my eyes

and feel myself
floating away
in the new rivers forming

gliding up and down
the streets and valleys

looking for a peaceful
place to land

away
far away
from the grey i've made

into the rainbow
mists
of the sea

prompt: http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2017-april-pad-challenge-day-6




gold

gold was the colour
of my mistress's hair

it billowed in the wind
as she led me astray

down fields that bowed
in sweet respect

never letting on
what was ahead

until it was too late.....

prompt: http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2017-april-pad-challenge-day-5




end of the day

at the end
of the day

when moon's play
is close to starting

my heart is full
of sadness

watching the sun
inch away

you put
arms around me

surrounding me
with reassurances

what begins is
what ends again

you whisper
to me

as the darkness
covers what we'll be

you and me
is all i see




prompt:http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2017-april-pad-challenge-day-4







Wednesday, April 5, 2017

memory of love

the memory
of love
is sometimes harder
that the real thing

your mind
embellishes
what once was

your heart
sketches in
what was needed

your spirit
dances around
what was a dream

hoping for a reality
that may never come

fantasies come
to those who sleep

not those deep
in the dawn
of the day

prompt: http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2017-april-pad-challenge-day-3



Sunday, April 2, 2017

not to-day

what's going to happen
when they've all gone away
and left us to ourselves?

i can't think about that day
maybe to-morrow
not to-day

what will we become
when there's just you and me
and no one around to blame?

i can't think of that entity
maybe to-morrow
not to-day

will we be content
with all the boring hours
that normal people live?

i can't see what will be ours
maybe to-morrow
not to-day

tortured rhymes of square words
crawling down the page
never seem give much hope

i can't see past my own age
maybe to-morrow
not to-day

maybe to-morrow
not to-day

prompt: http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2017-april-pad-challenge-day-2