Dorothy and Lawrence
as i looked up from a desk
full of overdue work
she slowly hobbled into my office
and i heard her frailty as her old bones creaked.
she settled into the chair
and fixed me with a gaze
that was half pride and half desperation
her soft, yet strong voice asking me for money
shaky, blue-veined hands playing nervously
with the strap of her little-old-lady purse
not enough money to go around, she said.
Lawrence was in a home now, and I needed
to hurry up and give her an answer
because she had to go over there.
She didn't like the way they fed him.
she had given her life savings
so her husband would have care
she had quit her job and gone without
so she could spend her days
with a man who had forgotten who she was.
She had come to me asking for money
so she could give hours of her time
showing pictures of their life to him
looking into his eyes
praying for just a trace of the light
that drew her to him sixty-three years ago.
I knew I could not help her,
the bureaucrats had too many rules.
they caress your face and whisper
those three words you've heard before
their eyes alight with hope
hanging on your response
but you've drowned in deeper oceans than this
lost yourself in the tide of passion
love bordering on possession
wanting to the point of insanity
diving deeper still
reaching for the colors
that wave to you in the current
hypnotizing you with their sway
intriguing you with their morphing hues
but then the water turned cold
you went too deep too fast
the air was sucked from your lungs
salt burned your eyes
and you flailed helplessly in the murky depths
fighting just to breathe
until exhaustion claimed you
and you finally sank to the bottom
impaling your heart on the brilliantly colored coral
you had so badly wanted to touch...
they are waiting for an answer
the unspoken question hangs within
their already spoken words
you open your mouth to speak
to tell them yes!
but the taste of ocean salt is in your mouth
and your heart's gentle ache reminds you
so you clos
Today Tonight and Tomorrowtoday i heard you
talking with no words
touching my heart with
the tears sliding down your cheeks
tendrils of golden hair
twisted in spiral curls
today you promised nothing yet
told me everything I needed
tried to hold on to you but
today it was your time to go
truly love is forever
time knows nothing of limits
'twill take away your breath and
tentatively push you into the next life
today i will lose your touch
today i said goodbye
tonight i will cry for a little while
tomorrow i will begin to look
toward my own forever, when
together again we can be.
R Untitledrising within the dawn
right between the sun and the ocean
roaring tides splash up on jagged
rocks where the gulls
rally with their cries and
race to take flight over the waves
rid of the night they are now
ready to face another blue-skied day.
PretendPursuing you with my smiles
playing with the edge of my glass
pretending to be something that
perhaps I am and
perhaps i'm not
pretends to attain
plethora of lies
perfection is sought but
probably never found.
NowNow is my time.
no looking back within this cloudy past
nothing for me there even though it's
never to be forgotten
next time has become this time
nearly yesterday already
new horizons loom in front of me
no net under me but that's just fine
never liked one there anyway
nothing to stop me if i choose to fly and
no one to tell me I can't.
Part of Usenchantment ripples
like pools in your eyes
and the light of your adoring smile
consoles and soothes the discord
so native to my heart
you seem so charmed
by everything I say
and your delighted laughter
is like a balm to wounds
long since scarred over
tentative touching with the utmost of care
as if you think you'd break me
but nothing as soft as your fingertips
could do me harm
your beauty is something
that takes me away
to places of dreams and warmth
and the scent of your hair
reminds me of jasmine's seductive ways
to think i am loved by you
is more than this heart can fathom
and more than i thought i'd find
and to see you there
bathed in the naked softness
of the moon's pale glow
with eyes heavily lidded from a sleep
borne of gentle lovemaking
makes me more than what I thought possible.
it makes me part of us.
Poetry Ispoetry is the tear
cried by a heart that is breaking
it is the square jaw
of the survivor
and the sword of the writer.
poetry is the whisper
of a lover's caressing words
the trembling touch
of a virgin
and the smile of a child.
poetry speaks for the part of us
that is not deaf but dumb
it says the words
of our innermost child
and the adult too afraid to say them.
poetry can become everything
that we need to say or hear
things we'd never say aloud
somehow feel natural
and simply honest.
poetry is the psalm of those
who need release
from everything we've felt and seen
it is simply the way
our heart sings.
Everything You Are
Have you ever felt the need to scream
"I'm out of here!"
everything you are is
everything you were taught to be
and you don't think you belong here
but you depend too much
on the little security you have
wish you could go somewhere else
but you were taught to stay
feel too much like someone else
trapped inside a puppet
with no original words
feel too much like a chameleon
trying to fit
wherever you may be
trying to "bloom where you're planted"
but the rains wash away your foundations
want to be you
but you're not sure who that is anymore
afraid to dive too deep
into the waters of your mind
you may break your neck in the shallowness
or come up with only dirt in your hand
so you float along
being everything you are
whatever that is.