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Cacophany

Noise a constant thrum

Conversation

Wheels on pavement

Engines churning river

Crying salvation

Damnation

Blurring into

Startling silence

A private bubble

My thoughts alone

Take voice

Creating a cacophony

Refusing to quiet

Lingering past sleep

Halting dreams

Ending with sighs

Constant thrum

Soothing only

To wake once again


Calculated Strides

I put one foot in front of the other

is this a trudge

or the beginning of a journey?

Take the uneven slate sidewalk

past the victorians

Large lush yards beautiful colorful birds

Take me to or take me away

I am moving closer to the

steep pebbly road

Closer to the grey nondescript door

Smaller than the width of a child gate

down the stairs to my bell and door.

I’m home I’m home I’m home

….where are you?


Knives Alone

When you see love

What will you think?

Will you wonder

Why or…

Will you stumble

at the sight

Your heart drumming

an unsteady rhythm?


When you reach

your hands trembling

Not trusting even that 

which you can touch.


What visions cloud

your eyes still seeing

yet unbelieving that

it is reality?

 

Pressing hand to cheek

caressing the unseen 

sting of overwhelming 

emotion that binds souls.


Throat dry rasping after

swallowing a thousand knives

please may the agony stay

reminder of first glance.

Sweet and bitter

sharp yet beautiful

the holy grail of love

the knife and the sting.

“That was how you knew love. My mother had told me that.  All you  had to do was imagine your life without the other person, and if the thought alone makes you shiver, then you knew.” (pg 74) “I remember what my mother had told me about the first time she saw my father.  How when  he turned around to look at her, she felt like she’d been slapped.  How she tried to stop the way she felt about him; how she pretended she didn’t care until she made herself sick to her stomach.  Once she had seen him, it was as though she had swallowed a thousand knives.  She tried not to feel it, but every time she saw him , there was that knife.” (pg 95) inspired by Incantations by Alice Hoffman


Without Substance

Without substance without form
a translucent bubble
Beautiful yet bound to gravity

Afraid to land and disappear
to leave no trace
I pop just a faint damp ring.

See me hear these words
like whispers faint
They are empty and vanish

They burst and implode collapse
as a dying star
A black hole remains concealed

The ghost of my former self
my copy in a mirror
Sparks too far gone to flame


Fledglings

She hovers and circles and rides the wind
It caresses her face and the azure sky fills her vision
She is searching…for pretties to line her nest?
For sustenance for her small ones?
For her mate? For the ones she can see flying in the distance?

Circling and circling ever higher
Straining to reach those distant wishes
She beats her wings and claws at the knots at her feet
She remembers
She remembers…He

He arrives when time says he should
He arrives and binds her
He arrives and slips the hood over her eyes
He arrives commanding her to hunt, to fly, to gather
He commands and the tether tightens and darkness quickens

Succumbing to the darkness the pretties begin to fade
The ones riding the distant currents glide futher away
The only thing she can hear is the small ones
She is surrounded…yet alone
Her tears feed the fledglings


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