We decided to walk. It wasn’t far. I attempted conversation. My efforts were not matched. We walked in silence. The sun shone, warmth on my skin. Softened by the breeze. A perfect day. Silence, but for the leaves. I removed my glasses. From realism to impressionism in a breath. Royal Poinciana, baby mangoes and palms….
Tag: Poetry
Undone
What we love with passion undoes us. This is known. So in choosing love we accept death. Embrace it. Know that it comes regardless. Some claim to love life, yet simply fear death. The inevitable. They straddle the sidelines. Forever safe. From a comfortable distance. And they live. They exist. But what life is…
Reversing Polarities
I went to speak with her last night. A perfect night. A warm and windy night. I approached the steps of her home. There she moved, in front of me. Divine. Glorious. Dancing. Naked and wild under the new moon. I smiled. She noticed. I approached lovingly. Respectfully. She tickled my feet with cool fingers….
The wheels of the soul go round and round…
There I sat. Back erect, verbalizing the sounds. Wondering if the ecstasy would return. …so long ago and far away… Slowly slipping into the familiar pattern. Falling into the rhythm, of each syllable. The recognizable cadence of an old friend. Working my way up. Grounding, releasing, willing. Loving, speaking, visualizing. Ethereal realms abound. Effortless and…
The Unbridgeable Distance Between Natchez and Oxford
The worst part is that I knew. Too much time had passed. I pushed the thought from my head. No time. No time for that. I was so close. So fucking close. Yet I didn’t go. Too busy visiting, too busy with the minutia. I couldn’t make time. She was disappointed. I explained. She was…
A Lack Of Vision
A lack of vision. Moved to silence by my eyes. Engulfed in the raucous visual. External images, human interaction, social activity… A buzz in my head. White noise. Detached from the me, the I Am. Split in two. Longing. A quiet craving, it comes. Eyes wide shut look within; and follow the silver tether home….
The Buyers
Dear Buyers, There is a small but prolific vine that pops up all over the flower bed in front of the house. I left her alone at first because she was lovely and bore tiny flowers. She managed to choke and kill one of the lavender plants while I wasn’t paying attention last year, and…
Will Power
When I was a girl, I knew an old woman. She had a magic. A way of knowing. The strength of a person’s will. She was quiet. She watched. She listened. She smiled. Privately, she would give me summation. Weak willed. Strong willed. Willful. With or without will power. I would like to say she…
An Angel
On this day I was given a gift. A gift born of love. Unwrapped and crying. The color of peaches and cream. Twenty four inches long. Alive. Today, you stand tall. A man. Proud, handsome, and strong. Kind, loving, and full of laughter. Full of life. My darling, my Angel, my sunshine-y boy. You have…
Bound By Cruelty
I watched as a lion strode down the path. He carried on top of him a black panther. Attached, they were, fused together, belly to back. The panther’s atrophied legs flopped about. I was not frightened, only horrified. Eight years, I was told. For eight years they had been bound together. …………………….. I am the…