We grow our world
under evening light,
all soul charm and dance –
he a gentle father,
nice guy, quiet…
I believed.
But when search neared,
touchy –Â see a former ruse,
one smile warmed and…
sod off!
(Friday, I visit Magnetic Poetry online – words not my own, but I take responsibility for the construction. Image from personal collection.)
Who ghosts desire?
I long for a kiss,
my glass belly ice
& concrete clouding
our porcelain peace.
A good woman lingers,
then after voices joy
I, marble angel,
let men like father,
with grass on their hand,
pat eternity,
the door sheer,
timely,
Life!
(Disclaimer: Â Fridays I play around online with Magnetic Poetry. Â The words are not mine, and therefore; I cannot be held responsible for the outcome…right?! Lol.)
Isolated, insulated, ignored –
islands we are not –
relationships define us –
we dance,
weave,
intertwine
stories grown
from love,
struggle,
encounters
Yearning for love’s
reciprocity innate –
to delight in discovery,
sludge through pain,
emerge stronger
markers of existence.
(Revisiting older pieces with a new eye. Â Existence first appeared July 2013.)
Care will not change an ex –
tenderness rejected –
quit dwelling –
no more than a servant
in that abode –
innocence bore dependence,
and that perpetual need to fix
only perpetuated plummet –
hold cries,
confess
to being a survivor!
Words are leaves,
poignantly bold
when sprouted,
destined to wither
lose their hold –
thank goodness
our love is a trunk,
solidly rooted, steadfast –
no need for words.
Tyrannical, Â my father’s reign; the ensuing understanding of relationship dynamics twisted. Â Violence and threats peppered with “I love you”, as if one was synonymous with the other. Â I cowered with the rest, shame a heavy weight.
Oppression dictates
warped sense of love, intimate
nightmare – relearning.
(For Reena’s Exploration challenge #89. Â Relationships have been the theme of my dreams lately – thus the reversal to childhood.)
A mother’s heart is the sun –
the rays of her love,
the beams upon which
a child learns the skills
necessary to navigate
life’s tightrope walks.
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Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms out there.
Frozen surfaces
linger, defy offered warmth –
heart afraid to thaw.
(For Reena’s Exploration challenge #84)
Balanced sustenance –
a recipe I seek, but
my mate is needy,
treasures extremes,
pulls, tugs – despite
the resistance,
the doubt,
I will succeed.
Triangular,
this relationship –
I hold one corner,
a loyal staple, while
he runs on sentiment,
questions mechanics,
manipulates,
threatens to tear
us apart, but
our love –
the pinnacle –
keeps us in check.
(Do you ever write a poem, tuck it away, and then discover it later, with no remembrance of the words or process? Â Such is this poem for me. Â No idea what spurred it and yet, here it is. Â Thought I’d share it anyway. Â Thanks for reading. Image is from personal collection.)
Broken, we embrace –
you slowly hole away,
explore a laughing woman,
lie with her of like poetry
When you awake
my self is clouds
their windows dark
but for glass –
no-one could end this.
(Magnetic Poetry seems to keep dragging me into the past. Â If you want to try it, the link is here.)
