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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?

Interior

A voice I know
Calls from the cavern.
It bounces
From stalagmite to stalactite.
I concentrate
Eager to understand
The message.
Sometimes the voice
Of her.
Sometimes the voice
Of him.
Fear
Of faltering, falling,
Failing to be what I might be
What I want to be.
Inhale.
Trust.
And
Create.

 

Luck

Turning the corner
The sun light washes away the shadows
It took a lifetime to get here.
A photo album
Of life’s lessons;
Memories cherished
Faces best left forgotten.
Stop.
Cherish the moment.
Inhale
And submit to the whim
Of fate.

 

Translation

Turning the corner
In a foreign land
The light plays tricks on the mind.
The stone fortress lies
Sleeping
Like an enchanted princess.
Tendrils of ivy
Twining
Providing a canopy;
A fairy tale domain.
A panoply of offerings adorn:
Cloth, paper and metal
Offerings to a noble god.
At the heart
A labyrinth .

Veil

The day they put Thomas Clarke’s body in the ground
Was the day she pulled the veil down.
They were young lovers:
School sweethearts.
He loved her voluptuous smile and russet hair
She loved his stories.
Married as soon as Thomas left school.
No laughter of children warmed their home.
No cradle
No little knitted socks from gran.
And the stories stopped.
He grew bitter
She found guilt
And then the neighbours heard the yelling.
She would hide the bruises
Under long sleeves she would sew.
Men at the local pub
Would tell stories
Of young ladies that welcomed his
Flaccid company.
He imagined a smiling redhead.
And then one morning, in the barn
He died
A cold body she found when looking

For the milk.
And then the funeral.
Everyone
Quiet
Aware
Of his absence.
Wishing to say something sincere
But truth silenced their voice.
The space marked a barrier.
She stood alone to stare at the earth
And the veil came down.
Thirty years later
When they found her
Sitting in the churchyard;
They peeled the veil away
To reveal a smile.

 

 

Wisdom

 Moving beyond

The now.

Trusting the future enough to

Forgive mistakes.

Support

The journey

And arrive

Home.

Touch

Warm hand on soft skin

Is all lost?

Heart ;

Cacophony within the chest.

The lungs struggle to catch up

Foreign matter on a distant shore

Yearning for more.

One more

And I will explode.

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Once more you hover near me, forms and faces Seen long ago with troubled youthful gaze. And shall I this time hold you, limn the traces, Fugitive still, of those enchanted days? You closer press: then take your powers and places, Command me, rising from the murk and haze; Deep stirs my heart, awakened, touched to song, As from a spell that flashes from your throng. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, "Faust, Part I"

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