Muse

My beloved;
Elusive one.
Scent of
Feral honey and
Chocolate.
Satin cloaked in
Velvet.
My heart
Quickens
When you
Exhale.
Words dance around you:

Why, if, may I, when?

Colours blend;
In the gloaming.
Mars and Venus
Embrace.
Your kiss;
Creation
Out of chaos.

A Complicated Love

She threw her pain down
Like a gauntlet.
A toy for a
Small child;
A game.
Badge of courage;
Strength under fire.
Sometimes
Too much truth
Can do much damage.

I Will Try…

May I grow to be the person I admire:
To ignore the thoughts that drag me down;
Search for courage;
Believe in myself;
Silence my doubts;
Create for myself and others;
Stand up for what I believe;
Build a home to nurture the world,
And live without fear.

Promises

You hide behind the fortress of your heart.
The face masks the lie.
You believed in forever;
Love.
Nervous fingers turn the golden sun.
Heart reaches out;
Longing for connection.
You would sacrifice much for love,
But they would risk nothing ;
Leave you in the cold to die alone.
Hope?
Can life be so
Fertile?
Futile?
The blood flows,
And heart beats against the chest.
Life seeks her own.
In the ploughman’s wake;
Only the strong survive.
.

Dad

I pushed his wheelchair
Into the theatre;
His sacred ground.
The stage was his world;
Escape from
Now.
Maybe the past.
Away from love and pain.
In the Christmas Carol
He always played
The comic relief.
Smile and laugh
Though your heart is breaking
And your world is falling.
They dedicated the performance to him
And he cried.
I refused.
I would be his rock.
As he was always mine.

Modern

He wanted to save the world between hazelnut lattes

She wears her eco-friendly pants to yoga class.

A third word nanny watched their children.

She gave:

Five dollars to the fund weekly

That allowed her to wear jeans

During the work day.

Oh ya

It helped the homeless.

He gave a kid on the street two bucks.

Done.

Are we not wonderful?

Pieta

Their faces smile out from the newspaper
Like an ad for a vacation;
A picture perfect family.
Lies.
The child missed two days of school.
A call was made.
The police found them;
Mother’s arm encircling child.
Love and desperation
Entwined.
Poison given?
Undetermined.
Undeniably
Dead.
“Better dead than
Alone.”
Was is whispered?
The child said
“daddy,”
When she was 8 months old
But never met him.
Santa Clause
Didn’t arrive last
Christmas.
His sleigh was broken.
And this year?
What lie to tell?
No need to worry now;
“The pain will fade.
Sleep.
Tomorrow will be a new day.”
The street is littered with votives
Gifts too late.
All they needed
Was a guide.
Out of the labyrinth.

Life

Hands folded
Tight
Nails dig into skin.
Corset bound.
Breath:
Constricted,
Conditioned,
Short.
Enough to keep alive.
On the street corner
The trousseau chest;
Her life’s blood,
Her reason for being.
Started at ten;
Finished at eighteen.
Ready for the
Future
With all the linen and
Embroidered bedsheets
She would need.
Victorian propriety
Her only weapon
Against the
Coming storm;
Homeless,
Manless.
Damn the War.

Misunderstanding

When he said he did,

He wasn’t sure.

When she said she would,

She was frightened.

Awkward hands

Fumbeled

For perfection,

Finding only

Distance.

Greg

Under the chestnut tree
The world was wide open;
We were fearless,
Laughing as a nut exploded
On the road.
Your smile
Was catching.
I tried to catch up.
And together
We were trouble.
We knew love,
We knew fun,
We knew now.
Time changes;
And you grew distant.
Our childish ways;
Outgrown.
Your baby face changed to lean and handsome.
We no longer laughed alone.
You set out
Searching for answers.
I only have questions.

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