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Fist

fistFingers curl

Seeking their centre

And rest

On a solid palm.

Thumb encloses.

Warmth seeking

Meaning making.

Defiance.

Protection.

Feral

Instinctual

Reactive.

Love’s embrace is forgotten

In rage.

Shard

Boy looking scared through the handrail of a staircaseMy mother left when I was three

I remember her at the front door

Surrounded by the winter coats

The National Geographic magazines on the shelf framed her;

Telling my father

She wouldn’t stay.

Her fear and determination

Echoed in my ears

As I looked through

The  banister.

Tousled hair, half awake-

Possibly drunk-

He dies then.

I only realize that later.

Strength

trump_0Fuck you all

I can handle

The weight of the

World.

Prometheus

Was  ignorant.

He tried

Too hard.

I smile and

Humanity

Hands me their sleeping

Babies.

 

Bend

sensualA fork in the road;

Face the wind

And walk into the storm’s torrent-

Or

Submit to the usual step

Of life’s dull pace

And follow your mother’s dream.

I bend;

Accepting the lover’s push,

And smile as I come;

Transferable

Bliss.

 

 

 

Echo

narcissus2She left the noisy city to escape

The crowds.

Festival time always brought

Out the worst in people.

A day in the country

With only her thoughts for company

Would be heaven;

Honey, crust and grape.

She found him

Hours from  humanity

Gazing into the water.

The tanned and taught body

Of a hunter.

With the awe of a human

Who has walked into the realm of a god

She sits and admires.

He ignores-

Self-seeking and disconnected.

She lingers

Subservient

Alone

Waiting for his reply.

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Illusion

She entered unannounced

Her voice

Soft as an autumn breeze

A lover’s caress.

She silenced the chaos.

Apple scented beauty

Just out of reach.

Soon.

Soon,

She said.

And so you wait.

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?

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