Sadness rises
But is edged with grace.
The grace is edged with gratitude and joy.
Someday, at some point,
The sadness will fade away
leaving only grace, gratitude and joy
in its wake.
Category Archives: Poems
Mosquito Bite
The mosquito bit me again yesterday.
I scratched the bite until it bled.
And then the bleeding kept me up half the night.
This morning I remember why I used the mosquito net
to keep from getting bit.
Why I covered myself with repellent
So it’s not attracted to me.
Let it believe I am a grouchy, bitter, old bitch,
caught up in past memories of being bitten.
Let it think what it wants,
As long as it doesn’t make me bleed again.
Questions
Are you there?
Did you whisper my name?
Am I hearing things?
Does the cosmic energy cross space and time
And fill my head with the echo of your voice?
Or is it just old memories
Ricocheting around in my head?
Blue Eyes
Those blue eyes follow me everywhere.
Sleeping,
Sitting
Driving
Walking.
I am trying to ignore them.
They steal into my brain,
And lay in wait for weakness
To strike and draw me back.
Bind me in the blue cords which jettison from them
And wrap around me until I find the strength
To wiggle out of them
And exhausted lay on my own bed.
In confusion, I want their warm sensuality.
In confusion, I cannot bear the way they cut into me and
Slice my heart open,
Again and again.
I opt out, for a whole life.
Not to constantly be stitching up the pieces of my heart
strewn across the horizon.
But the piercing blue eyes
are committed to my memory.
Bittersweet, and sad.
Was It?
Hazy sunshine filters through the tree leaves
Leaving vague shadows on the lawn.
Fills my head with light and dark,
And illuminates memories slightly out of focus.
Were they real?
Or did I imagine something I wanted?
Did I create the story in a wishful mind?
Or live it fully breathing?
There was something, wasn’t there?
I’m not sure
It’s as if I wrote the story,
and lived it,
only to find out
that it was all an illusion.
The sunlight brightens and fades,
the memory of those days fades in and out,
One moment in utter clarity,
The next moment unsure that it ever happened.
Wanting never made it so.
Grieving never let it go
Move now to a new awareness,
With eyes that don’t trick me
Into believing that the images in the hazy sunlight
Are real.
I Believe in Love
Sun rises, sun sets.
Days stretch out in between.
Changes happen,
Nothing stays the same.
Love comes,
love goes.
Like the seasons
it passes.
Sometimes the journey isn’t meant to be forever.
Sometimes it’s just two souls reconnecting for awhile,
And then going on their separate ways.
Who knows what the purpose was?
Who knows what a soul’s journey is about?
Who knows if two souls don’t agree
To meet in this lifetime,
Just to remind them each of a lesson they came to learn?
Or of who they are, in their essence.
Who knows?
When the obligation is met
They move on to complete their own journey.
I still believe in love.
I still believe it never dies.
All those who I once professed to love,
I still love.
The love changes
It transforms.
Its energy
It can’t be destroyed.
It never dies.
I believe in love.
In the end,
It’s all there. is.
Red Wine and a Summer Breeze
Glass of red wine and a summer breeze
Heighten my senses, yet…
Silence the self-absorbed egoistic babble.
I can’t help, and I can’t care.
So, I don’t. I won’t.
I won’t think about it.
I’ll think about where I’m going
and what I want,
and who I want to go with me.
And sip the red wine,
And feel the looseness in my limbs.
The lovely deep garnet of the
Cabernet Sauvignon
Hypotizes my psyche
So I can’t think about it,
or remember it.
Just every now and then,
a memory crawls out of the murky depths
But I send it away.
Not now, not tonight, I scold it.
Not tomorrow, not ever.
I stand my ground.
The balmy breezes whisper my name,
in light caresses that remind me what love feels like.
Love is out there, somewhere
waiting to join me and the red wine
and the summer breeze
and the looseness in my limbs.
So I’ll think about that.
And send the rest of it back to the murky depths
From which it came.
Peace
In the stillness of the early morning
In the cool rays of a rising sun
The echoes of the crickets not yet stopped their chirping
There is peace.
In the expansiveness of a quiet mind
In the depth of a waking soul
In the beauty seen with eyes closed
There is peace.
In the hope of worlds unspoken
In the joy of dreams unseen
In the love that is unconditional
There is peace.
Hiding Out
I was told my head was up my ass.
I knew that this would come to pass.
The words that came had no class
They had the stench of real bad gas.
And so I will remain this way
Until the all clear comes one day.
Better to have my head up my ass
Than to breathe someone else’s really bad gas.
It seems an odd way to end
But on this I won’t bend.
I have been this way once before
And I swore I’d travel it no more.
Connection Lost (or Mercury in retrograde keeps messing with me.)
Words get said,
Misunderstood.
Requests get made,
Offense taken.
Predictions made,
Never happen.
Emotions run high
Connections are lost.
Computer goes on,
Has to reboot.
Phone messages
Lost, late.
Never acknowledged.
Connections lost.
Sunset comes,
With thunderstorm.
Sunrise comes,
Fog rolls in.
Day passes in between.
Connection anticipated,
But connection lost.
Someone calls,
They’re angry.
Someone smiles,
They are unaware.
Connection lost.
Shaken up,
Everything is new.
Inquiry keeps me sane.
The point is not to change
But to re-evaluate.
What is real?
What is illusion?
Connection lost.
Empty questions
Empty answers.
Upside Down
Inside Out.
Connection lost.
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