If it is mine, then I shall keep it:
No one shall transgress nor
Intrude upon its secrets.
Category: Poetic Musings
Morning Shell
Face long with hair puff-straggled,
Hunch-shuffling around the house
Trying to avoid flip-flops tripping
From stilt-legs only partial-lifting,
One-stage-to-next transitioning leads
To gathered momentum checklisting
When hair into ponytail reclaims youth
Where resides under battered recovery.
En-Amore
Setting loose the ties binding her to docks restricting, she opens her arms wide to the wind, content to follow the songs of love wherever whisping.
(Title play with words)
In A Trance
Let your chin hang low
With dulled eyes fuzzy
Where caffeine’s glow
Had once lifted gaze.
Heavy is the new fashion
After divorce/expatronage –
And if your bounce has faded,
It is ok to go garden collecting.
The Purge
Perhaps with enough tears
Over the correct identifiers,
A soul’s hurt can rinse clean.
Just Boys
I searched for strength of spirit,
Courage despite unknowns, yet
Found fragile hearts quavering.
My Own Time
In the room’s corner,
I have taken my side
Determining,
Considering
Where to focus,
What to confide.
The Shift
I can feel it coming:
Will I cloak myself?
Diving under waves,
Reemerging mystery.
Solitary
I do not need others,
I just need me
But it’s nice to
Have the company.
Spring’s Power
As I begin to reform
Slimming into core,
Shoulders loom and
Bossom arcs tower:
A heart to repair
Without a spare,
Elongated into
Spring’s bowers.
Queenly
No throne for me –
I’ll abdicate freely!
Remembering the hell
When golden walls fell;
The grips that slipped
From lies told too well.
In The Aftermath
How do I fashion the pieces around me?
Clients for this week, but none yet next.
Time keeps pouring forward
From a spigot with no reset.
I am sloshing in deep waters:
Raw creativity ignores money!
One focus or the other diverts
Where if concentrated propels.
Expansion requires investment,
But energy expenditures failed.
The Time Keeper
Tick…tock…tick…
Get a better grip!
Listening for creaks,
Oiling to smooth cogs,
Repairing broken pieces,
Keeping silent false alarm.
We do not know Tomorrow
Until arrives in our new day –
Yet, her step is lithe and lovely
As she paves our hidden ways.
Weapon Of Choice
It seems I am only a catalyst:
Where I give love, it blossoms,
Bearing fruit for other families.
Love’s Dreaming
Twenty-one years, devoted to one,
Then twelve, struggling to recover.
Ex-fiance’s age gap matches first;
Another’s difference is the second.
Some say numbers mean nothing,
But patterns lend own suggestions.
—–
Why in last night’s dream at last
Did ex-husband gladly want me?
No longer afraid to display in public
While proud to express his affection?
Desires left aching alone now outgrown –
Dried husks rattling around windy bones!
I suppose that I needed to feel such relief:
How it could have been had he welcomed.
Butterfly
The love and tenderness –
Such hope I showed him!
Passed on to someone
Who had not fashioned.
How hungry love can be
When kept from sharing
That once breaks free
Scales walls in daring!
I ought to feel proud – but
Am heartbroken, staring.
A Comfy Home
Sweet kiss upon our brows:
Before, forgotten memory.
In The Beginning
There was the Word of Mom:
She’d yell at mean neighbors,
Pounding the clay to garden.
A King’s Worth
You were eleven – the time of age’s shifting.
Many loved ones were lost in following years,
But you strove to lift the light of Hope’s reason.
Sweet Child
How you have grown!
Into a man of actions
Where words merely
Pave way for proof.
Infinite Stars
I do not need quadrillion followers,
For you are already here with me
Filling the space around us,
Giving me good company.
Thank you for sharing
Your amazing light!
Elemental
I am a frond
Bending in breeze
Antennae in bangs
Redefine how I’m seen:
A nymph or damselfly;
A dragon or Fae
I shift with the light
In every day.
Who Am I?
A lifetime of discovering,
Ever-unfolding learning
Alone or accompanied:
Our birthright’s quest.
Continuum
God is God is God is God
And ever shall be God,
Until God is no more,
And only the whispers of waves
Greet the shores
In My Eyes
There is no compromise that cannot be corrected.
There is no love invested that gets wasted.
All promises are kept as given.
And a kiss is Heaven.
Sublime
Everything is Great;
Everything is Fine:
All I’m working toward
Is Masterful – Divine!
The Court Jester
Because I am weird
I don’t need a beard
To espouse the wisdom
We all see with clarity:
It’s a rarity for insanity to not
Catch up with the best of us,
So we take the jab
Laughing as can –
Hoping to salvage
What’s left of us!
Popularity
Admirers who would be lovers,
Swept in by seas of inequity
Cluster around the couple
Siphoning from victory.
A Nullment
Caught in the crossfire
Ever between worlds,
I have chased dreams
Resulting in nothing.
Where does this leave me?
Ever seeking;
Ever believing
In clear improbabilities.
(Title play with words)
Midnight
When I looked, what did I find?
A once bright soul that declined:
Moments of truth from others’ mistakes
Were given hope to right and not forsake.
But like grains of sand in passing
Through fingers gripping at night
Fear penetrated hearts in weakness,
Turning love’s passion into blight.
The Wind’s Song
I guess it is good to be alive and free in a place and time where a woman can survive and thrive without a man’s sheltering.
Blinded By The Light
They say the truth can set you free,
But that isn’t what happened to me:
It hit like an anvil to the heart –
Stopped before pulse could start.
Individuation
Porous
Like a sea sponge
Dependent upon
Environment
Absent
Stimulation
Draws
Deprivation
Can I change
My nature?
Offshoot from
Community
Establishing new
Terrain
Tracking Time
Between you and me
There is land and sea,
Predefined expectations,
And societal tendencies.
Re-Generation
We are as the moon
Covered by night
Until dawn reveals
Love’s golden reunion.
(Title of multiple meanings)
The Cure
“I am The Catalyst: The Shield which defends against viral infections; the innoculation to humanity’s desperation. I am the water which seeks every creviced crack hidden within false foundations – and by time’s strength and will, brings down their destruction. I am that which rebirth’s Spring after Winter has rendered life dormant. I am that which elevates kings to restore Prosperity’s generations.”
I Get Moody
It’s like being broody
As a hen in clucking
For lack of feathered eggs
To hatch Spring’s Renewal.
Manipulation
Subtle disuasions: slight of hand – a flick of the wrist in sudden checking. These can keep a steed anxious of its rider – afraid to graze while tensely alert for the next command.
It’s A Choice
To keep promoting Good, no matter other trends – even when others’ downfalls break us in the end.
Twin Flames
Each one of a pair drawn from the same:
What use if only temporary and a game?
Two On The Ground
I need corrective alignment on my neck, shoulders, and hips: when thinking of one on the floor, from grip a q-tip slips!
On My Face
A look too serious with eyes disenchanted – while my soul inside body rattles about the place.
Resistance
The proud and stalwart mare stood her ground in the barren field, refusing to plow any further.
And somehow, hanging from the side lip of her muzzle, there was a sprig of green clover.
(Chuckles)
Detox
What’s been held in my system is an overflowing time capsule of bittersweet memories corrupted by catastrophe.
For as much aa I have distanced, they’ve pursued with persistance as mind-twisting distortions of a life once carefully crafted.
Would that I could just process and move beyond – instead of being forced to experience the losses over and over.
Haunted
Moments resurrected:
Subterfuged sabotage
Enacted by one trusted,
Distorting truth’s clause.
Dependency
Like hands to gloves, each needs the other. But, if man is the hand and woman the glove, how can society expect independence from a mother?
Time To Breathe
Spent with cats, dogs, youngling;
Plants, house, and bed coverings;
Taken with baited breath as ease
In recognition of current success.-
Wondering when I will feel like
I’ve caught up with my identity.
Gathering
I suppose staying in bed until noon counts as sleeping in, but it sure feels like I could sleep for days on end.
Rousted out of the house by my youngling’s labored coughing, I did not feel safe from viral intake – and thus yielded to their inhabiting.
Out and about, interacting with community, the sluggishness of thought makes me feel removed from connecting.
A strawberry mint and golden oregano – then a semi-dwarf donut peach found for gracing my youngling’s window.
The large area rug we are all fond of and a small TV stand with wheels to glide on met me this morning before I said, “Anon!”
I am still on quest for a long hallway runner to help the hound’s speed no longer flounder.
Fragility
Confidence can be like a dried-out eggshell, tremulous in God’s grasp.
Matrices
By writing, I define
Who I used to be –
From shouting out in glee,
To screaming at depravity.
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