Category Archives: relationships

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Blue Mountains

When family gathers we disappear.
Your little hand guides me away.

Favorite stories, mixed with
salad bites and crunchy sandwiches,
are shared at the table we
leave behind.

Bug eyed fish gulp surface treats
bubbling past us on our way to
climb blue mountains.

Today the story of you and I
is written on the highest peak,
and carved amongst jewels in
a golden crown drawn in the sand.

Rumbling tummy and thirsty lips
dive us back to our tribe.
Chewing and chatting relatives
toss us a drink and a few
morsels.

Hand in hand,
we walk away again, to explore
enchanted lands on the other
side of the blue mountains.

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Life Rythms

She studied his chiseled cheeks
while he slept,
a low rumble arose with each breath,
the sheets rising and falling in a steady rhythm.

He watched her athletic form from a window
as she ran toward their home,
a steady smack from her shoes arose with each step,
heavy breath panting in and out in a steady rhythm.

They sat together holding each other
watching the river flow before them,
churning waters arose with spring downpours,
embankments dislodging in a collapsing rhythm.

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Golden Glow

Laughter bursts above
clinking cutlery and
toasting glasses.

There is a buzz in the air.

Friends reminisce
with pleasure, the hours
they just spent together
as the sun drops along
the horizon, turning the
golf course a golden green
in light that entices fairies
to come out and dance.

As stories grow,
merriment increases and
new memories are made.

Beer suds mustaches
and rum twinkling eyes
reflect a zest for life
of friends enjoying time
together, even if it meant
chasing a little white ball
for miles on a sunny
afternoon.

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Tryst

Today in the alley, the wind tossing
paper cups kissed bright red, an ally

twisting to blend and dance among brown leaves,
removed evidence of a lover’s quick tryst –

rushing from one of the tall glass towers,
racing to meet his golden flame,

what a dream come true this must have seemed to him,
her waiting lips painted a shade to entice,

her hair slipping out of its knot, wind blown
beauty pitching his heart among the trash.

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Cat and Mouse

It’s a game of cat and mouse.
You hide.
I seek.
You disappear,
appear,
vanish
and reappear again.
All while I am
one step
behind.

A magical illusion occurs.
I see a rabbit
lifted from a hat.
I fail to see where it goes.
I fail to see where it goes
when the magician releases the long ears.
When you stride off
I fail to see where you go.

I sigh with relief when I see your smile.
I think it is over
but off you go again.
The pattern repeats.
There is no end.
It is a game of perpetual motion
but I do not want to play anymore.
I am tired of chasing you
chasing dreams
chasing hopes for the future.

Rules keep changing to meet your needs.
Your hungry craving
to hide in the shadows
leaves me tip toeing
through muddy streets and
entering places I did not know
anyone could go.
I am scared you will
get lost and forget your way
out of the corner
that draws you
from the light.

I am afraid
that I will only fit
going in
and will not be able to wiggle
and slither
myself
back
to the light of day.

It is exhausting.

I don’t want to play anymore.
You are so engrossed.

The game has taken on
a life of its own.