Tuesday, March 29, 2011
A Softening
Thursday, March 24, 2011
All dressed up
With nowhere to go.
All these thoughts and ideas
But no sounding board.
All these emotions and feelings
And no shoulders broad enough
For them.
So many assets
That I can’t spend.
This plethora of wonderful things
I must do alone.
I want it all.
I need it all.
I can’t shout into the vacuum forever.
Give me your all,
As I do.
Or give me nothing.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
To Elizabeth
What will happen now that you're Up There?
Will you see your father up there
consorting with Dali & Van Gogh?
Will Michael do a pirouette
spangling in his sequined suit?
Is Eddie crooning
and making teenyboppers swoon
while snapping his Magic Fingers?
Is Richard waiting for you
so he can love you again
as your angels must have intended?
Will you twinkle and sparkle
in white diamonds?
Do you know how many people
who loved you so much
who will be so happy
to see you?
Let us know what it's like up there, Elizabeth.
Give us a sign you're okay.
We loved you so much.
Perhaps too well.
Our star is a little dimmer, Elizabeth.
But Heaven is far, far brighter.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
TIME OUT OF MIND*
My back against the wall
Of a heated swimming pool.
Alone with my thoughts.
The chatter inside my mind
Growing fainter and fainter
Until the only noise in my head
Is of a whispered prayer for peace.
My eyes close as the warm water
Seeps into my bare skin.
I open them
And the world seems different.
War, famine, and bedlam
Have all set with the sun.
All that’s left is this dark paradise;
The candles, the pool, the crickets,
And me.
And now, you join me.
Our energies will make this moment
Truly timeless.
*to Cathy Braun
Saturday, February 26, 2011
JUST
To think of you
Just now.
I just wanted to be
In your embrace
Just below the covers.
I just felt
The glow inside of you.
Oh, how happy it makes me.
I just closed my eyes
And saw the twinkle
In yours.
I just think
Everything is just
So much nicer
With you.
I just have to
Find you.
Saturday, February 12, 2011
God's Smile
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Racehorse
biting my lip.
champing at the bit.
waiting for the jarring
of the bell
to open the gate.
ready to charge
like a screaming soldier
with a bayonet
from the metal
constriction.
twenty others like me
know how I feel.
just as hungry.
just as desperate.
racing for a glory
that we can only
hint at.