I awake in the dark and shake free
of sheets & blankets, of down-filled
quilt. The rituals of waking–
the long, hot shower, the coffee–give
my mind the chance to keep drifting,
let memory make what it will
of the contours of sleep.
Oddest of all are the dreams in which
one awakes, forgetting all rituals.
And it seems normal to go out naked,
for instance, in the middle of winter.
The snow’s alive, remember?
It ripples, blue flames slip
through the trees like fish.
I feel fur sprouting all along my spine.
Stiff was the stringed bow as it was laid to rest
Upon the pile of ferns after a long hard test
The quiver empty and the arrow about
The beast had fought, yes it was stout
A hunger had settled upon my community
Til it was left only to me to do what I could see
To make it through the winter
A puff of smoke from my mouth stood starkly in the air
Reminded me of last night's frost and the snow in my daughter's hair
It's not a woman's place to hunt for her families table
A husband lost to a war so unstable
The blood stood bright against the white of the snow
Warm almost comforting against the sudden cold
I cut and I skinned right straight to the bone
It was dusk outside; inside the long hall
Dinner was set; candles lit.
Away, from the end of the corridor
Twilight fell softly across the floor.
At the other end, a door opened
To a patch of sky and a green-capped tree.
In the hall, alone at the table, I sat
Staring at the food I really didn’t see.
I didn’t hear him first; maybe I sensed –
What was he after, inside a house?
Silently he had entered from the garden
Perhaps a gust of wind swept him in.
A little sparrow, fluttering his wings,
He skitters, flies up and down, zigzag.
He almost hit the ceiling, and he didn’t -
He tried to escape but the windows were closed.
I like the smell of Lilac in the winter,
You like the smell of mint in the spring.
A gentle,
Lapping breeze.
A slight,
Winter chill.
A distant,
Cry of birds.
A peaceful,
Lull of waves.
A passing,
Swimming mermaid.
A blaring,
Faraway fire engine.
A towering,
Threatening dinosaur.
A bleak,
Colourless world.
This particular
shifting of the rain, I am
just in time for it.
Lemon-drop lamp
and its wavering life
reflected in the chai.
Scrawlings, backwards,
in the glass, in the sun,
downtown escalator
Red clouds catching sun,
the hole at Sixth Avenue
dark in minutes.
“Red cells save lives”
reads the bus for the blood drive–
black letters on white.
It’s happened again
Softly floating around the town,
The snowflakes gently fell
So quiet they scarcely made a sound.
From each delicate lace they were bound
To hold a secret they wished to yell,
Softly floating around the town.
Intricate details carefully wound,
Dirt or blood you could not tell.
So quiet they scarcely made a sound.
Each landed gracefully in a mound,
Hiding the fate that she befell,
Softly floating around the town.
The snowflakes twisted and turned around,
Much like performing for clientele,
So quiet they scarcely made a sound.
With beauty carefully crowned,
I remember all the silence in presence
I remember the scene, i never like the closure
I remember your eyes of insults ignored
I remember the abstract of cruelty
I remember when the missed speaks
I remember the irreplaceable victimize
I remember the dried commitments
I remember the aesthetic shadows
I remember love turns to dust
I remember when the skies cry
I remember the salt air
I remember your whispers that haunts me
I remember he is lost in the memory
I remember youre not mine like a wine
I remember back in December of colds
I remember in November of ghosts
The winter air cold touches my skin
The road with no crowded people
The birds flying away
The red roses displayed
And when I touch my finger bleed
So I drop my blood in the water
I see the Christmas lights sparkle
The branches with snows on
My hair flaws when the wind breezes
I sit on a bench alone
I started to write my love poems
My silence...
Another December without you
I hold my warm coffee
Sitting outside my house
Dreaming you came.
I miss your voice
I miss your smile
And that moments for a while
I miss your touch
I miss your hugs
And that moments for a while
I miss your kiss
I miss your three words
And that moments for a while
I miss how we walk under that street light
I miss how we slowly dance
And that moments for a while
Maybe I'm afraid so I would not see,
The dusk-colored sight you gazed for me to see.
Maybe I'm afraid so I would not see,
Your half-twitched smile though it's plain to see.
Ah, pretensions! when will you learn to be gentle?
The eyes never had the same sparkle....Maybe I'm afraid so I would not feel,
The icy-cold touch you reach for me to feel.
Maybe I'm afraid so I would not feel,
The freezing wintry kiss you gave but I feel.
Sentimental songs need not care whose heart it gonna break.
So I'll carry the hurt for as long as it takes!
Bright, yet beautiful
Light fills the room with a glow,
Almost like Heaven.
Autumn shaded leaves
Fall gracefully to the ground,
Lighter than laughter.
The constant burn of
The sun, lingers on your skin
More stable than love.
A winter wind blows
Snow, across a field of black
Like our differences.
A hard rain falls down,
Causing a pool to ripple
Like problems we face.
Poised, and elegant