Burn the love letters
watch as each quaint lie curls
sham interrupted –
betrayal’s intricacy
scatters amongst the embers.
(Image my own)
Burn the love letters
watch as each quaint lie curls
sham interrupted –
betrayal’s intricacy
scatters amongst the embers.
(Image my own)
It’s just a moth, I offered
that blue moon night
rattling windows
chafing nerves
We’d chosen exile –
sister and I – refuge
from family demons,
not ours to claim
Innocence borrows
responsibility – I bore
it like a badge;
she shattered
Could not discriminate
darkness from her own
inner light – sought
to end the fury
I’ll carry us both,
I murmured, too young
to recognize the magnitude –
altruism destined to fail.
She’s buried now
beneath the madness
her mind the moth
slamming against my pain.
(Image my own.)
Rings me every time
he’s in town –
Tumbleweed, I call him –
a man I love to hate
He tints my normalcy
with neon rushes,
flames of screaming lust –
I’m better of without him
wish he’d lose my number…
well…maybe after next time.
(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson.
Image my own. Piece is purely fiction, I promise)
Beneath the willow
a young woman dreams
Harlequin romance
in hand – portrait of
stormy-eyed perfection
Innocence luxuriates
in spicy dreams, awaits
love’s sweeping encounter –
hormones not yet bearing
the bruises of disappointment.
(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
“I’d like to get you know more,”
he said, pulling up a chair
met with stunned silence
“Truly,” he prodded, “I feel
as if we’ve drifted apart,
and I’ve ignored us.”
I might have said “No kidding”
but hope swelled with his words
and I blurted: “Ask away.”
So he listened,
as he had that first night
when tipsy and enamoured
We’d stumbled home
from the bar, and he
into my bed…and stayed
Seventeen years
three children
and five houses
and now he wanted to know
all about me – my interests
my dreams, my fears
And trout-like, I bit
spilled it all, still believed
in turning points and
riding off together
into the sunset, reunited
by undying love
It all showed up,
twisted of course,
in the court affidavit
material to defeat me
in divorce – discredit
my parenting capabilities
He didn’t succeed, still
wish we’d mingled more
you know – actual dates
before I’d committed
my life to this robotic
man, who never saw me.
(For Eugi’s Weekly Prompt: mingle. Image my own.)
I was the sun
you the moon
till she came
and somehow
you believed
in the syzygy
of three –
Were we sheep
the earth woman
and I, accepting
shoddy alibis
hearts eclipsed
minds sealed by
lunacy of desire?
(Image my own)
If paper beats rock
I win every time
Never mind steely arms
your mineral disposition
Nor that I tear easily – ink
blotting carefully plotted lines
I wrap myself around you
render you powerless….
….ah, love.
(Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson.
Image my own.)
Captivated by bridges
connection previously
assumed impossible
A grandchild’s love
the loyalty of a dog
the kinship of writers
I watch life pass by
flash on sorrow, till
bridges restore peace.
(Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
Let’s chat!
Seldom an invitation
to friendly repartee
Voices will rise
foment latent resentment
Where’s the purpose in that?
I already bear the marks
of vile contempt, soul-etched
in permanent ink.
Let’s chat?
I’d rather not.
(Image my own.)
Words are not my own
wits hapless
That rendezvous
with the devil
sealed it –
Free will for love
I’d bargained
Ache of loneliness
too much to bear –
Now I’m just a puppet
ventriloquist’s dummy
Ask a question
watch him work my strings.
(Image my own.)