Winter Without Snow

The cold has set in

Without its accompanied beauty

The sky is uncomfortably blue

The yellow sun shines oddly down

But the grass has turned an ugly brown

And the pond reflects a gray-blue frown

I know -

- because I looked deeply into it

To find an answer that remains unfound

So I stand alone in the cold
To look up at a strange blue

And wonder – when and who

I will be between young and old.

You Said

You said you love me again

In your unsound sleep

A daytime secret you selfishly keep:

From me.

You said you love me again

In the spins of your desperation

Afraid of how it would happen:

My leaving.

You said you love me again

In a moment to keep me

Comfortably by your side:

Your lies.

Misnomer

Her name rolled off your tongue
Just as mine once did
Its noise had the same ring
Your voice, the same feeling

You said it like you know
Of how her cheeks glow
And how her eyes close
The moment she lets go

Her name spoke familiar
From the corners of your lips
As though you could love her
At least the movement of her hips

Her name rolled off your tongue
Just as mine once did
And there was none else to think -
- but: "Congratulations."

Tired in November of 2010

And the wrecking ball continues to swing

          Once again only the bluest birds sing

(their saddest songs)

               

WE 

ARE

TIRED:

o f   t h i s  tragedy thing

It is

taking a serious

                          toll on everything

A toll that's getting tougher to pay

With each one that passes away

Whether it's:

Sadly with INTENT

Or unexpectedly by ACCIDENT


It seems as though
The ever presence of the word go
Has us questioning:
? 
Will we ever grow
UP AND AWAY
From the DARKNESS we've come to know.

Atlantic Rain

I close my eyes:

To see, to feel, to hear,
To know intimately

The weight of the rain

The overwhelming screams,

The intensity of Atlantic dreams

I close my eyes to feel

Water needles sink into my skin
Playing on the specific strings that -
-remind me what the weight of water is

I close my eyes to hear
Liquid drums carefully beating
To a melody always worth repeating
But lost in moments that are painfully fleeting

I close my eyes to know
The intimate intrusion of the wind
Wet and heavy as it soaks my soul
And it reminds me of when...

...I closed my eyes mid-wave
And hid inside the Atlantic rain.

Recovering from the {f}all

September came too quickly

Opening doors so swiftly

And I found myself unready

For things that fell abruptly

September went too quickly

Opening doors uncomfortably

Into October, all too soon

As though we already knew...

(once recovered from this fall)

...that it has come be the truth:

When sadness finally escapes me

A piece will remain for you.

Calling Because

I'm calling to tell you not to call

And also to ask why you didn't fall

I'm calling to say I can't hear your voice

In the early hours when I'm left with no choice

But to answer when shaken from unsound sleep

When I've waited alone in untangled sheets.

I'm calling to hear the words you won't say

While you hold out your arm to keep me away

I'm calling to tell you not to call
So that maybe someday I'll recover from the Fall. 

Rained and Fell

I ran

From the hauntings yesterday 

It rained

As though to wash away pain

I cried

When the ghost of you remained

They fell

Bright pieces of things misplaced

I heard

Words in my head with no escape

It repeated

Confusing nostalgia of what's gone away

I rained

To cry your words away

I fell

From a lonely place

I screamed

To push the pain away

And hurt

When pieces remained.

Une Fois De Plus

“Just one more time” echoes in my head

And I'll wait impatiently

Tangled in words so carefully unsaid

Unraveled and empty in a shallow bed

“This will be the last” pushes me to your door

And I’ll trip ungracefully

Into the unwished dreams you silently hope for

To hear silent screams of the things I wish for

Unfinished Poetry

A pressing moment

Weighs on the poet

To finish her sentence

As she currently knows it

Urgency quietly calls

Through paper-made walls

In a form that makes sense

Of the daily rises and falls

If left unfinished, it never will be

For the way life unfolds so quickly.