Saturday, November 24, 2012

I can't even begin to tell you what it's like
At the very age I met my groom to be
What shall I dare say?... 
Intrigue lies around the corner
Heart beating rampantly in my chest
A surge of exploding hormonal ecstasy
Panting frantically at the open door
Locked within.

Who pummeled?!
The nights of long surrendering, gone.
A mother, lonely grasping at straws to hold on 
to the last lock, the last locket. 
Curls cascading, past the frock.
 A windowpane seared upon opening. 
Popcorn tossing in the brisk wind. 
Pajama parties, searching, wondering
The last hem. 

Whom shall be beyond the very stitch? 
I've held on for dear life. 
Raised her from a filly. 
A colt. Blasting through the gate. 
I  can no longer contain. 
Youth and madness must circumvent.
Find a way to coexist. 
I'd give anything to take back the years
the locusts have stolen. 

But for now I will cherish 
Gain a new appreciation for fondness
Learn to rest my weary head 
And dream of what is never lost. 

Sunday, November 18, 2012


For some reason I decided not to write.
There wasn't anything different about the day 
or the air.
It was an intentional decision
Poignant and from the heart. 
And I decided not to post. 
Many eyes were upon me and I responded 
To nothing no one and 
Very intentional indeed. 
I parted a farewell
A very fond farewell.
It wasn't that I couldn't write. 
I knew there were words forming in my head. 
I just simply chose to not put them upon the paper. 
I walked alongside the ocean
And I heard the screams
Telling me to toss them in
Everyone of them
And I silently listened
To the roar and the pounding surf
And I obeyed to the christening of the folds 
And the panting of the water. 
As it beckoned me. 
I thought at that moment I would toss in the words
and I would never hear from them again. 

And peace enveloped my soul. 

Another season has passed 
And I am calling upon the words
The sensitivity
As I so keenly need to listen 
and hear them chant once more.  
What I thought I had lost
Has now remained. 
And I must tune my ear to the cry once again
The pounding of the surf
The sand beneath my feet. 
No more. 

Nothingness again is calling to me