LIFE POEMS
Small
Pain In My Chest
The
soldier boy was sitting calmly
underneath that tree.
As I approached it, I could
see him beckoning to me.
The battle had been long and
hard and lasted through the
night
And scores of figures on the
ground lay still by morning's
light.
"I
wonder if you'd help me, sir",
he smiled as best he could.
"A sip of water on this
morn would surely do me good.
We fought all day and fought
all night with scarcely any
rest -
A sip of water for I have a
small pain in my chest."
As
I looked at him, I could see
the large stain on his shirt
All reddish-brown from his warm
blood mixed in with Asian dirt.
"Not much", said he.
"I count myself more lucky
than the rest.
They're all gone while I just
have a small pain in my chest."
"Must
be fatigue", he weakly
smiled. "I must be getting
old.
I see the sun is shining bright
and yet I'm feeling cold.
We climbed the hill, two hundred
strong, but as we cleared the
crest,
The night exploded and I felt
this small pain in my chest."
"I
looked around to get some aid
- the only things I found
Were big, deep craters in the
earth - bodies on the ground.
I kept on firing at them, sir.
I tried to do my best,
But finally sat down with this
small pain in my chest."
"I'm
grateful, sir", he whispered,
as I handed my canteen
And smiled a smile that was,
I think, the brightest that
I've seen.
"Seems silly that a man
my size so full of vim and zest,
Could find himself defeated
by a small pain in his chest."
"What
would my wife be thinking of
her man so strong and grown,
If she could see me sitting
here, too weak to stand alone?
Could my mother have imagined,
as she held me to her breast,
That I'd be sitting HERE one
day with this pain in my chest?"
"Can
it be getting dark so soon?"
He winced up at the sun.
"It's growing dim and I
thought that the day had just
begun.
I think, before I travel on,
I'll get a little rest ..........
And, quietly, the boy died from
that small pain in his chest.
I
don't recall what happened then.
I think I must have cried;
I put my arms around him and
I pulled him to my side
And, as I held him to me, I
could feel our wounds were pressed
The large one in my heart against
the small one in his chest.
Winter's Roads
I
cannot speak for all who stem
'Long roads less traveled as
their way,
Nor question choices made by
them
In days long past or nights
long dim
by words they spoke and did
not say.
Each
road is long, though short it
seems,
And credence gives each road
a name
Of fantasies sun-drenched in
beams
Or choices turned to darkened
dreams,
To where each road wends just
the same.
From
North to South, then back again,
I followed birds like all the
rest
Escaping nature's snowy den
On roads I've seen and places
been,
Forsaking roads that traveled
West.
This
journey grows now to its end,
As road reflections lined in
chrome
Give way to roads with greater
bend
And empty signs that still pretend
They point the way to home sweet
home.
But
all roads lead to where we go
And where we go is where we've
been,
So home is just a word we know,
That space in time most apropos
For where we want to be again.
For
even home, it seems to me,
Is still a choice we all must
face
From day to day and endlessly,
To choose if home is going to
be
Another road - or just a place.
Below the Sun
No man is one
below the sun
No ones alone
and never known
No man is lost
or trouble-tossed
who can thus say:
My lifes a ray
to touch someone
below the sun.
Affirmation
They say my work
makes them feel alive,
might help them heal.
They dont realize
that some days when I hear from
them
I feel tired or lonely -
and their words make me
real.
Eyes
I sometimes look into my eyes
while brushing out my hair
I wonder who Im looking
at
while I am staring there -
It hasnt been a good few
months
my eyes look sad to me -
as soon as I step outside the
door
you see the best of me
I
smile and with the makeup on;
you cannot see the tears
with lotions, cream and other
things
that help erase the years.
Where
did the other girl I was
disappear from here?
The young one with the baby
who lived in hope and fear
I
have grown into a woman
afraid of nothing anymore -
I nearly died a year ago
and am afraid no more -
My
son, the child, is now a man
they say he has my eyes
and now hell be a father;
I hope he will be wise
I
hope hell take the time
to read
to his wee darling boy;
to play with him and hug him
and fill his life with joy.
His
child will have a father
whereas my child did not -
In 32 years of his sweet life
I have neer forgot
I
gaze into the mirror
at the woman I now seem,
made wiser now, made softer
now
like the gently melting stream
I
am the one I am today,
life has made me just this way
with lots of laughter, and lonely
of tears
my eyes show how I feel each
day
And
when I look into your eyes
such gorgeous brown, like mink,
I look at you and see myself
reflected back, I think.
Disappearing Into Stardust
Now, theres no one in
the picture -
no one but her.
No Jack or Jackie, no John -
In the blink of the Earths
all-seeing eye,
they were gone.
And I thought:
Who will be next to disappear
from MY lifes photograph,
to become a bit of stardust
in the sky,
here today and gone tomorrow?
And it makes me question
Why?
What is the Why
of all of this?
Why worry about the sadness
and the sorrow -
why worry about getting ahead
-
or whether, in the morning rush,
you forgot to make the bed?
None
of it matters, in the
long run -
not in the timetable of the
moon,
or the fleeting seconds of the
sun.
Nothing matters but that you
tried to ease anothers
pain -
that you sheltered someone
from the rain
that you were kind to the loved
ones
and the furred and feathered
ones
in your life -
that, somehow, you rose above
the common strife
above yourself, to do some good.
It matters that you understood,
that you wrote a poem or a song
-
that you tried to gentle someones
fear;
for in the doing
you will leave the
essence of yourself behind....
to show that you were caring
and that it mattered
that you were here.
If Only
If only Mother Earth
could speak
of the atrocities shes
seen;
of all her clear streams running
red
and fallen men upon her green
-
If only she could tell about
the damage thats been
done
by politicians ordering
one man to fight a mothers
son;
If only Mother Earth could cry
She would be crying still
at the child-like foolishness
of Man
and his stubbornness of Will.
Full Circle
As
the sun sets
and the moon rises,
and the reverse
begins again,
so all things
are circular
and ever will remain.
The wars are fought
and won and lost
and oh, the human,
heartfelt cost.
First the beginning,
then an end -
and then war starts
sometime again -
Full circle for all men.
Birth
to death,
and in between -
these lives were in alone
-
were born alone
we die alone
but were not meant
to live alone
and
so we go full circle.
Our
mothers give us birth
our fathers, also there;
and friends and family members
with whom our lives we share
The
earth goes through its seasons
~
Summer, Winter, Spring and Fall.
The end and the beginning ~
birth and death and in between,
Full
circle, go we all.
Gun Nut Ditty
Hubby has a gun
I do not
Dont want to shoot
OR get shot
Too blind to see
in the night,
probly shoot the dog
if I had to fight!
I
have a hatpin
under my pillow
Ill wait til hes
close
then stick the fellow
Now
if the dog cant get him
or if he hurts my pet
Ill have to pretend
Im asleep and yet,
Ill
be wide-awake
Ill be waiting there
with a pin under pillow
and an angry stare
If
he tries to get me
itll be a fight
I know how to kick
and I know how to bite
and
that little pin
I bet it will hurt
If I jab him hard
in his private part
If
hes far away
then Ill have to run
Cause I, unlike hubby,
I have no gun!
In Communicado
Id like to be in
Communicado
for awhile
Just be quiet
not have to smile
I
dont feel
happy, just right now.
Dont want to fake it
anyhow
Tired
of bad luck
and sad things occurring.
Tired of being unhappy
and tired of worrying
Id
like to live in
Communicado
just for awhile, just so
enough time goes by to
feel happy again
if I can
until I can be myself -
the person you all
think you know.
My Soul
I cried to the Wind to find
my Soul,
and I cried to the angry Sea
-
til the Earth replied
Id have to find
it deep inside of Me.
Our Demons
I write for those of you who
cant or wont ~
who have been afraid to face
the past,
but now are brave enough, at
last,
to turn and look the horror
in the face,
and in so doing, put the nightmare
in its place.
As well, I write for me.
I didnt realize the things
Id kept inside ~
~ my anger at him, because I
would have listened,
but he would not confide ~
~ my anger at having to be a
single mom
~ my fury when someone asked
me
How come you guys lost
in Vietnam?
We all have our demons ~ those
of us who went
and those of us who stayed ~
So I write for all of us ~
those of us who have faced the
darkness,
and those of us still afraid.
Quiet as a Mouse
I look the same
And I smile on the outside
and I laugh
I talk and read and
seem the same
Im still me
- I
still have the
same old name
But on the inside
Im completely different
On the inside I am silent
I am as quiet as a small
brown mouse
I am afraid;
I am afraid that
they will take the house.
Sleeping Late
I rarely sleep quite late enough
to see images on the blinds;
the sun upon the plants outside
spin ghostly shadows - Natures
signs -
A spider wove a web criss-crossed
(I watched a long, long time)
I lay in bed and thought of
Life
and what is left of mine.
And
then a bee came jauntily
and had a taste of vine
and flew away quite tipsily
as if he had drunk wine -
the
shadow of a bird shone through
and a lizard put on a show.
I almost chuckled to myself
I thought: Its good to
know
that
nature and the world go on,
when were each troubled
so -
I stretched and pulled the shade
up
I must get up and go
and
then I had the greatest gift
that would be mine today
a blade of vine, with diamonds;
two sparkling drops of dew
two diamond earrings
on the vines
just waiting for my view.
Silence
Is
pasture lands smothered in snow
the thing we share before you
go
golden on an old & hallowed
ground
a long and lonely peaceful sound.
Silence
is
when the cannons are finally
hushed
when a babys cries are
finally shushed
mornings icy glitter on
a winter stream
what you hear when I want to
scream.
Silence
is
the grief for people gone before
what happens after the slamming
door
when you say goodbye and board
the plane
when you go, and I remain.
Security
When the storms of my life are
over
and I am scared and slightly
worse for wear
I run to you.
It is enough for me
to have you there.
When
Blue Stars Turn To Gold
Grandmother
had a blue star
hanging in her window -
I have the star now, tattered
in my living room, and know
that when a loved one passed
away
the blue star turned to gold
and the loved one lost
never became bent or old
Only the mothers grew older
and grayer and tired and sad
wondering about the life,
her darling might have had
what he might have done,
and grandchildren in the morning
sun
all now eternally
undone.
Not many of the mothers left,
Myself - I dont know any
-
But way back then, there
were oh, so very many -
Blessings on the Mothers
and on the fathers too
whose sons and daughters
didnt make it through
-
a time when gold stars once
were blue
and their loved ones, ever
young,
turned golden in their hue.
Someone Who was Nothing
Strange - how Someone
who was nothing
could mean so much.
Why should I lower myself
to longing for your touch.
I
guess because Someone,
who was nothing
was
for just a moment
Everything.
Time
There are Times
There is the first time
and the last time -
the only time -
the future,
and the past time
There
is the time a baby tastes
snow on his tongue and laughs
with plain delight -
when an older person
yearns for someone in the night
There
is the time of great distress
and longing and dreadful fright
sometimes there is a time
to fight
There
is the first time of love
and the first time of loss
and the time when we
must pay the cost
of reaping what we sow
There
is the time of letting go -
There is a time of being young,
for being wild, and free,
of being settled-
and of sometimes feeling
lonely in a crowd
when everyone else is talking
but words in your head are loud
There
is a time of healing
a time when there is loss of
feeling
a time of conquering, and gladness
a time of failure, along with
sadness
Enjoy
it all, and keep on learning
because, in reality,
in the worlds constant
turning
time is measured in
milliseconds of the sun
Time
is all there is -
and at some point,
the Time
is
done.
Tributes
I sit here in this little room
and spin out simple rhymes
for people that I knew back
then
in complicated times
I write for some Ive never
met
and likely, never will ~
the ones who fought so bravely
on some multi-numbered hill
~
and all the ones who went away
and never came back at all,
and soldiers, SEALS and sailors,
and some now on the Wall ~
I dont attend reunions
Im not a joiner or a member
the best that I can ever do
is help us all remember.
My dad hid in a phone booth
when he came home from War
and watched his family waiting
for the man he was no more.
My husband locked my son and
me
out of his life for years
what he went through affected
us
and caused so many tears;
through it all I spun my rhymes
to help me make it through
though rarely shown to anyone
they helped when I was blue
~
Then one vet said Keep
writing ~
You just might save us yet
So thats just what Im
doing ~
Im honoring the vet;
the only way to show my thanks
is through my simple rhymes
for the vets I knew, or never
met
in complicated times.
The Night Before
We
lay in bed that night
listening to Rod McKuens
records
The Sand, The Sea, the Sky -
he finally fell asleep
and thats when I began
to cry -
All kinds of strange imaginings
passed before my eye
as I listened to the ticking
of the minutes on
the alarm clock going by -
After
making love and talking,
he finally slept -
I knew the words he said
would be the ones I always kept
inside my head.
We had a son, a baby
9 months old -
and he slept, too, in his
little baby bed
Innocent of War.
I knew
that when his father returned,
he wouldnt remember him
anymore
I
played The Sea on
low
over and over, and then
suddenly, it was morning,
once again -
No matter how I tried to stop
it,
the sun rose anyway
and now it was the dreaded
day
Up
early, getting dressed
a smile upon my face -
so much to say to each other
and neither was able to speak
-
I wanted to scream Dont
go
but that would never do -
He played with the baby,
Hide and Seek.
Youll
be hiding, all right, I thought,
too far away to be found -
I thought of all these things
to say
and couldnt utter a sound.
Off
to the airport and checked the
bags;
regular passengers unknowing
All by himself with a wife
and parents whose fears werent
showing
And
then
he was gone.
And we went home
I broke down in the kitchen
and I said to my mom:
What if he doesnt
come home?
Itll be ok, she said -
you have us, and you have your
son - -
itll be ok
she said
again, and again.
It
was noon, and hed been
gone
since ten
The Homecoming
I couldnt sleep that night
before -
the same as when wed parted
-
Id wondered if wed
make it;
he seemed so distant-hearted
His letters said he loved us
~
something worried me as well,
I didnt understand quite
yet
that Vietnam was hell..
I
wore a purple pantsuit
with stripes along the side
and thought I was quite something
as we started on our ride
Off
to that same airport
where hed said goodbye
before
Had it been a year already?
I never thought Id make
it
when he walked out of the door.
Now,
I had a job, and Michael didnt
toddle;
he could run and he could walk.
He didnt babble anymore;
he liked books and he could
talk.
He
knew Daddy from his photos -
I shared them every day
I did not want him to forget
though he was far away -
I
left him with my mother
I didnt want to share
-
Just me and my in-laws, off
again,
with me, a little scared.
I
slipped into the ladies
room
to fix my face and hair
and came out, just in time to
face
my husband standing there
Oh
there were happy hugs
and hearts
I heard every little word.
But I knew what I was hearing
no one else had quite yet heard
Hes
still in Vietnam, I thought,
back in that sad, sad, lonely
place.
But I smiled and ate my dinner
and put on a happy face
The Games
Play the Game
of words and touch, but
be careful not to talk too much
or you might become involved.
Doesnt anyone want to
care -
Want to talk and find out
who I am and where Im
going?
Dear
God, am I not worth
the knowing?
Soon
Soon it will be time -
time to leave.
The boys will leave for War
or for school to learn a
way to pay for Life
or with a Life.
We will wait.
And miss them
and get together to
talk about our boys
Well talk about the letters
and the calls -
and then therell be a
sudden silence
in the midst of all the chatter
going on -
Somehow I have the feeling
that when our loves
return
some beautiful part of
our youth will be gone.
Let It Fall
One
more anti-hero worship
from the depths
of some enigmatic fool
that left the suburbs
for the open fields
of post modern flight from hell.
No, not from the quakes
or the rumblings of racism,
that stench we all tend
to want to get rid of,
but the fact that there
were just too many things wrong.
So off I went to the last
journey of my youth,
through the pubs and alleys
of Los Angeles that served
many nights of reckless talk
and the establishment be damned.
There goes Happy House, Scream
and all those open up at 10
pm
party houses, where you paid
5 bucks
to drink yourself to life,
and walk out Saturday morning
at 6 am
like the kind demons we were.
And dance the pain that we had
kept for the week
and wonder what 30 would be
like
and if the Virgin Prunes
were right about
"If I die I die".
But then, that love in your
soul
the one that makes you write
and pour out those false indignities
that caress your heart and mind
for after all we've been through
stars have their moments and
then they die.
Rose Of Life
I
am unfolding gently beneath
your loving touch
Becoming
I let wholeness breath my
petals free
Awareness
Sweet fragrant Spirit touching
senses into life
Wisdom
Giving beauty back to the universe
Knowing
Each petal, sweet miracle of
life
Oneness
We are hues of color, yet one
in Spirits blossom
Garden Of Tao
"What
the caterpillar calls the end,
The world calls a butterfly"
- Lao Tze Tao
1
My
lamp, under dimmest light,
offers only shadows to comfort
for this day is taking too long.
Woken into this now I can not
evict
from my head all the fury visited
upon me.
I
shower vainly to pacify my emotions.
Standing before a mirror; my
reflection
as the only witness to my existence.
My exposed mind trembles with
the marks of boredom taunting
eternally.
2
Under
the shadows of the rose bush,
a lone caterpillar escapes its
cocoon;
mutilation of its primitive
self
shed to progress,
revealing a beauty nurtured
within.
3
Construct
a boundary bury my pity
within its fertile soil. Brittle
leaves
wilt upon my scars, allow my
garden to grow.
As a skeleton, in slumber,
of autumn. I await the cycle
of rebirth.
Winter
is unwelcome, unable to decay.
Death exists only within the
cycle of renewal.
in the silken waves of tulips
I breathe the harmonies of nature.
My spirit, lulled of the tortures,
is truly free.
Memories
Was
walking down memory lane,
Was walking on the beach,
Throttling the feelings of pain,
Keeping doubts out of reach.
Had
a look at the sands of time
The hours when time itself stood
still,
Could hear distant bells chime,
And I was walking while I still
stood still.
Felt
the heat of the sun beating,
Could sense an awe that the
past left,
Saw the sheath of life fleeting,
Glimpses of what was there were
best.
Their Pain
I
can only imagine
What it's like to sacrifice
How it feels to do without
What it takes to pay the price
To offer all I have
Unto others with a need
I can only imagine
For myself, I live in greed
I
can only imagine
What it's like to be alone
How it feels to be rejected
How to get by on my own
To never share a secret
To feel empty deep inside
I can only imagine
For myself, I live in pride
I
can only imagine
What it's like to be abused
How it feels to lie awake
Feeling angry, tired and bruised
To have no friend to turn to
Filled with rage I can't release
I can only imagine
For myself, I live in peace
I
can only imagine
What it's like to know such
pain
How it feels to wake each morning
With a past I can't explain
To live a constant nightmare
That no else can parallel
I can only imagine
But for them, they live in Hell.
I Am
I
am ...
A woman
With a full heart, hidden
Somewhere in an empty room ...
With eyes not quite of autumn's
gold, and yet
Neither all of summer's green;
I wonder ...
If love is a tale made for children
--
A granting of sweet dreams in
their innocence --
A honey-coating to help their
throats
Choke down the bitter draught
...
I hear ...
A voice that whispers warnings,
half-formed,
Bodiless as hope, until I swear
I cannot draw
Another breath unless this spectre
be unmasked,
His lies mangled neath
my righteous tread;
I see ...
A woman, proud, uncompromising,
Diaphanous as air -- less, even,
than the tears
That fall in desolation about
her weary feet,
Salt poison pooled upon the
withered ground ...
I want ...
A measure of quietude, a certain
silence,
The echo of alone which heals
me of dreaming,
The nothing that stills the
wanting,
The numb, the cold that laughs
at pain;
I am
A woman,
hidden ...
I
pretend ...
That I can live forever -- that
Time
Has no puissance but that which
I afford Him --
And so, I can wait, I can be
happy tomorrow,
Sleep is for the dead; but its
ghosts haunt my waking ...
I feel ...
Too much -- too deeply to be
directionless,
Too real for imagining, and
yet the familiar eyes
Hold nothing of recognition
-- only my reflection --
A meeting of shadows in sunlit
glass;
I touch ...
The downy wings of hope, in
wonder,
In reverence, in need, in hunger;
Alas, it burns my fingers as
a flame,
A sacrilege, self-defined ...
I worry ...
That I am alone; that in my
longing
I have forsaken all -- but oh,
what reward,
What smile divine should light
the path to freedom --
And how can I but heed the siren's
call?
I cry ...
For having too much, for fear
of bursting,
And then, when by the pouring
of my soul
I lie, a vessel emptied, I cry
again
For what was had, and lost;
I am
A woman,
empty ...
I
understand
That life is what you make it,
That sometimes, the coat of
many colors
That marks your triumphs brightly,
blends only
To loneliest of grey ...
I say
That we are made by life, shaped,
Broken, perhaps -- unmade and
voided --
But always, the core of us remains,
waiting
With only faith, with trust,
to be reborn;
I dream
Of bluest waters, reaching
With unnatural hands toward
the faded sky,
Of dolphins that wander in seas
without limits,
Carrying me water-breathing
past corals and clouds ...
I try ...
To lead by example, knowing
That merely the telling holds
no power;
A gift of giving is merely a
day, while
A gift of knowing spans forever;
I hope ...
That my darkness holds you gently,
That pain is halved by sharing,
that feeling
Wields nothing past the words
it summons,
Except that it touch you with
only healing ...
I am
A woman,
only.
A Rose
A
lovely rose with petals soft
A scent so sweet and light
So beautiful a flower
With colors shining bright.
But something not so savory
About the fragrant rose -
The thorns, so sharp upon the
stem,
That sharpen as it grows.
Yet still lovely is the flower
Despite the thorns that prick
Just as life and love are sweet
They too have thorns that stick.
But do not fear to live or love,
Life's not exempt from pain
-
So pick a rose, you may get
hurt,
But you will also gain!
Into Every Life
She
looks into air, herself falling
rain
Dripping coldness past, memories
old pain.
Drops
fall, the puddling her damp
water-life.
Spiraling a mirror, self-lonely
strife.
A
sigh, one frown, crying soft
saddened tears.
Storms of remember - through
bleak yesteryear.
Clouds
a-whorl, dark sky sheltering
fair heart.
But how can she joy, while taking
no part?
Cov'ring
cold soul, corona of defense.
Defying the stab of her fate's
intents.
This
is madness, she thinks in plaintive
cry.
I'm here, on the cusp, of lay
down and die.
What
my destiny, but an empty-off
dream?
A plaything with which gods
and angels scheme.
Am
I doomed then to live, time
never-free?
Subsumed wholly 'neath life's
scattered debris?
Is
justice, outside this torrential
doubt?
Perhaps more than sorrow, painful
fall-out?
Is
love, perhaps, just a sliver
of sun?
Shining through mists, revealing
Avalon?
Personal
paradise, which I can own,
Evoking happiness, hither unknown?
She
raises from streets of lonely
no more.
Light slicing through darkness,
hopes washed ashore.
Her
withered gait now straightening
with pride.
She glides like an angel 'cross
future's tide.
Belief
in life renewed, no, only found.
Footsteps echoing, a cadence
of sound.
Caressing
the ground, sing the beat of
her heart.
Into the sun seeking love's
brand new start.
My Autistic Son
Autistic
shackles hold your little tongue
From telling me the punch line
of the joke
That caused your fits of laughter
to provoke
Excited happy tears. You've
never sung
Your fav'rite Barney song and,
when you clung
To me that winter night when
you awoke
To bitter, fearful sobs, you
never spoke
A word of what tormented one
so young.
Although autistic shackles bind
his speech,
His love is blazoned on his
beaming smile.
Although I missed the punch
line of that jest,
I laughed myself to happy tears.
And each
Dark night when he awakes and
fears defile
His sleep, in Daddy's arms he
finds his rest.
Portal
Standing
on the outside,
looking in.
Afraid to knock
on the door in front of you.
How many times have
you stood at the threshold
but been too scared to cross?
What is it you fear?
The unknown lies ahead.
What awaits you on the other
side?
Only one way to find out.
The door swings open,
Will you enter?
Look Within
There
is so much beauty in
This wondrous, blue rose
If only we could capture it
Within our very souls
If
we could take its beauty
And apply the glow within
Search a little deeper
In the soul beneath our skin
Take
what it does stand for
And shed its love abroad
Don't hide the glow within you
But share the love of God
You
know you can't touch beauty
Without it rubbing off on you
And spreading it to others
In the kindness that you do
There
lies within each one of us
The beauty like this rose
When it's used in touching others
Then its beauty overflows
Leaving
On
a day like today,
a young lady arrived
at the airport,
with family
and friends.
Her
heart was heavy,
and she was sad.
For she knew the time
has come to leave
this Heaven and
return to the
far lonely
world
elsewhere.
Unsettling
feeling
in her heart,
a kind of longing
to stay back forever.
A kind of familiar loneliness
that she was acquainted with,
comes to her again.
And
she sighed,
wistfully, forlornly,
hoping again hope,
to stay in this limbo
of joy and
belonging
forever.
'Oh
no, I'm leaving again',
she murmured,
hot tears threatening
to well in her eyes.
Bravely,
she forced
a smile at her
loved ones.
Without much of
a second look,
she bid them
farewell.
In
the plane,
the girl sat,
with eyes closed,
reliving those
wonderful
and fond
memories
she left behind,
and
those sweet voices
and carefree laughter
that accompanied
every single image
that went fleeting pass.
Unconsciously,
a faint smile ghosted at her
mouth.
'I'll
see them again soon.
Take care, my loved ones,
I'll be back.'
Sometimes You Have To Choose
A Song
Rain
. . .
Softly
falling down . . .
each drop a symphony of sound
. . .
as it hits the tin roof . .
.
tap . . . tap . . . tap.
It
can sound just like a sad song
with a slow beat . . .
the kind that makes you daydream
. . .
and feel sad and sigh . . .
as you think of what might of
been or could be in your life.
Or
maybe it is a happy song that
brings back sweet memories .
. .
tender thoughts and special
smiles . . .
thinking of someone who makes
your heart beat faster . . .
and your laughter ring with
happiness and joy.
Or
maybe it is a love song . .
.
with sweet and soft lyrics .
. .
tender and romantic and sensual
. . .
that makes you think of dancing
in the rain.
Only
you can decide which song .
. .
is the one you are hearing .
. .
which music soothes your soul
. . .
and which song you want to sing
along with.
Sometimes,
you have to choose a song .
. .
and the choosing isn't easy.
I Am Someone
I
am someone
I walked past a dead face
even though the person was alive
I saw my eyes in the mirror
and cried at the sight
I looked at a person I didn¹t
know
and I met a friend
I got heads to turn
when I walked past
I learned a lot about myself
when I lost a new friend
I cried every tear in my body
when I thought about love
I got hit bad
then got back in the ring
I climbed a mountain of rocks
and saw an eagle fly over- head
I heard terrible things about
myself
when no one thought I was listening
I realized I was strong
when I didn¹t cry when
it hurt
I found out who I was
when I was with someone else
I thought I was lost forever
when a friend found me
I held a life in my hand
and it was my own
I was a pawn in someone else's
game
so I surrendered to a brook
I walked the fine line between
surviving
and not wanting to survive
I still am
I am someone
Whispering Willows
Whispering
willows in the wind,
Throughout their calm, majestic
leaves,
Breathe a sigh of unspoken tales,
Fables of hangings and murder
plots,
The love-affairs of courting
couples,
Names on bark entwined for love,
Sleeping beasts awaken at dawn,
Burrowing to the surface skin,
But at night, how she sleeps,
Her slow steady process,
Growing, receiving and giving
new hope,
Where she falls, others will
succeed,
Her place overturned in the,
Circle of life.
Her Will
Lonely
words on doorstep the day he
walked away.
Left behind a shattered woman,
two children out at play.
Which way to turn? She pondered
as the night grew darker still.
A withy woman she was not, yet,
had to find the will.
Sidewalk
beneath her footsteps. each
day a search for work.
Had to find a way to live -
could not remain a clerk.
Cashed in the life insurance
to attend the school at night.
Never would she give up - no,
not without a fight.
Now,
a nurse at thirty, she's made
their house a home.
Proud of her accomplishments
and doing it on her own.
Two children, steady, strong
are they, she takes with her
great joy.
The love and faith of three
- the one did not destroy.
Have You Ever
Have
you ever felt,
the cold and lifeless hand of
an infant,
gazed into their unblinking
eyes,
and observed the face of death,
when masked in bittersweet innocence?
Have
you ever touched your dreams,
and felt the simplistic joy,
of feeling them become reality,
only to abandon them,
for reasons you cannot explain?
Have
you ever watched your family,
who once shared the greatest
of loves,
suffer an unforgettable and
unforgivable tragedy,
that will slowly, painfully,
and inevitably,
tear them all apart?
Do
you know, firsthand,
the evil that resides deep within
the heart of every man,
every woman, and every child?
Have you seen its face as it
randomly seeks,
a soul to torment and destroy?
Do
you know the darker side of
life,
the one that awakens you,
in the still of the night,
crying to the unknowable God's,
Save me from myself. '?
Does
your heart constantly question,
whether humanity is obtainable,
in a world corrupted with suffering,
and where war,
is the favoured solution for
peace?
If
you really want to know me,
and understand the forces that
compel me to move on,
then take these questions,
and take this pain,
for this who I am.
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