(internet photo)
His touch
feels soft as silk
gently
slowly
rubbing up and down my back
tender stroke pushes hair aside
to kiss my eager lips
anticipation
quiet whisper
warm graze
everything slips away
in a moment
at the moment
one with the moment
gone
(image credit: Ghislain Bonneau)
Mother tongue
the thought permeates my being
a language shared by all
emotions infuse me
a kaleidoscope of swirling
colors and images
visible
but just outside comprehension
sounds audible
but indistinguishable
shadows
excitement
to be reconnected
understood
buoyed
on the brink of something
forgotten
bold as time
a lost language
ours to claim
“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.” -Anais Nin
It feels good
silence allows
stream of steady ideas to flow overlap
disappear
It feels good
to anticipate
put energy into goals and renewal
a new start
a continuation
put to rest past demons that try to rise and smother Now
It feels good
knowing
that closure can be given to an event long overdue
it’s been knocking at the door unanswered
today
uninvited
it burst through
not willing to be denied
demanding attention
flaunting flailing expecting recognition
Despite my surprise
despite my trepidation
despite my lack of understanding
It feels good
This behaviour must stop
NOW
who is punishing who
Am I being punished by your silence
Or are you being punished by my acquiescence
The role of martyr is easy to fall into
the lure of acceptance -poor me-
showing the world how patient how sacrificing we can be
How did it come to this
to such an impasse
a test of wills
who can hold out the longest
I want to see you
I want to have you back in my life
I want to be able to call you up
and have a conversation
Let’s put this behind us
take the leap of faith
find each other again
there can be connection
it was never completely severed
despite what we both thought
Let’s find a way
I’m sorry for my role in this
for not trying harder
reaching out sooner
for suffering the silence
Let’s find a way
No questions asked
Can you help me?
I have lost something valuable
precious to me
I’m looking for something
that makes me laugh
feel happy
but more than that
something to add
a lightness to my day
a skip to my step
I am looking for something
to put a smile on my lips
and a grin on my heart
I am looking for something
that will let me see the world
through eyes of wonder
to offer gratitude for the grace
and beauty that surround me
to see beyond hurt pain
misery that can surface in life
I am looking to mend a chink in my armor
to add laughter to my arsenal
a key ingredient
an effervescent effusive
bubbling expression of deep joy
that cannot remain contained
sending contagious vibrations
outward
instantly recognizable by others
I have lost something valuable
precious to me
Can you help?
Knees and elbows move around me
people in a hurry
lots of them on the dirty sidewalk
don’t walk on the muddy bit
Look up and see tall, tall buildings
taller than the sky
colorful cranes, too
white, red, yellow – just like Lego
one, two, three…
there’s seven!
Pop’s hand holds me tight
I tug to get his attention
try to tell him about the little lady bug
on his pants
she’s so cute
I want to carry her
He only smiles down
Pop’s takes big steps
at daycare they say, “Hurry up **”
I’m faster now
look at my new pink running shoes
I want ice cream after we stop
Can we get ice cream?
I like going for walks because mommy
says then we can get to the playground
swings are my favorite
but I like to climb, too
I wonder if we’ll get out
of all these people soon
Why are they all following us anyway?
Morning blush peeks through
fog cloud like a timid child
frost heaves in relief
(image credit: Primo Masotti maso101@libero.it)
Confusion buzzes in my head
like a swarm of angry bees
that have lost their queen
I crave the sweet nectar
of love words
dripping smoothly from your lips
like honey off a comb
But I get
peanut butter and jelly promises
an unwelcome substitute
that sticks with dryness
rather than desire
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She danced to the music
twirling step by step
her little skirt spinning out from her body
like a toy top set in motion
Her eyes closed
lashes dark against porcelain cheeks
that were red and glowing as if lit from within
Happy go lucky
she practiced jaunty quick moves
hops
skips
bows
sashaying
this little show girl was
putting on quite a display
her joy was unmistakable
I felt grateful
for the gift of her dance
the vision of her
carefree performance
awoke a sleeping dance dragon
within my heart
I found my foot tapping
myself smiling
and soon
I too
was dancing with abandon
Black ink cache conceals
imagination treasure
hidden page by page
soft strips of papyrus lift
abundance of words spill out
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