Saturday, January 31, 2009
drops of love that can't be saved
that continues but will not hold.
It is unbearable and your lips move
releasing a cry that began
before time was noted.
from the depths of a suffocating self-abyss
the pain is not relevant
only mind-breaking loneliness exists.
The night holds questions
only a broken heart understands.
*written for nats
Thursday, January 29, 2009
it all boils down to one more word
one last line (let's hope it's a memorable one)
a last ditch effort
an added embelishment to an already drawn-out excuse
"the dog ate it, miss"
and "a three-legged dog, miss"
"i gave it my best"
and "i can still be better"
"give me one more chance"
and "it will never happen again"
"but i love you"
and "but you said you love me too"
always something extra to prolong that strand of hope
a little detail, a hint of a promise
nothing to change the truth of the outcome.
Monday, January 19, 2009
to the whispers of aging voices
like the wind rustling through browned leavse
time touches her slowly,
tracing each curl before settling
as cold felt in her knocking joints
she moves at first unsure then into a dervish
giving up only when the sun denies her
the hope of new light
she takes the shape of every woman, each woman
forgone by chance and skipped by fate
her life stands, bears witness.
her own witnessed by none.