The poem is entitled Tiger Lily
but the accompanying photo
shows a Stargazer Lily.
I am trying not to mind.
poem- time travelling July 6, 2014
For my eighteenth birthday
He wrote me a song.
Flutes and strings danced
in my honour,
a musical farewell,
recorded on cassette.
I filled the rest of the tape
with a treasury of captured moments:
His playing, my laughter,
melancholy dreams.
All synthesized on
The Lost Tape.
.
Years of wondering where it went.
.
Today. My birthday
I picked up an empty cassette case,
and it was not empty.
The case showed my face,
listed harp tunes by me, but inside
not me:
Ancient history.
A birthday present
from eighteen year old me
to middle-aged me,
magnetic taped
memories,
for time-travelling.
..
.
I feel inclined to add a photo, which I probably will remove later, so enjoy it while it’s here. The composer of the song, compiler of the cassette, my grad escort. Me at 18. (I had just been swimming, excuse the hair). 😉
poem- wishes
She likes a bad boy.
She likes the attitude,
the tats,
the danger,
the rebellion,
the dissatisfaction.
She likes that he’ll cheat
on his wife with her,
plan their future,
dream with her.
That woman doesn’t
deserve him, she says,
while she wishes.
That woman doesn’t
understand him, she says,
while she wishes.
He embraces her,
briefly.
When he leaves her
pregnant,
crushed,
jaded,
she’s surprised,
by all he’d revealed
to her before,
and she thinks it’s
his fault,
she’d wished.
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.
.
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Another sad example of, “If you keep doing what you’ve always done, you’ll keep getting what you’ve always got.”
poem-circles
one quarter century
one half century
one century
blood linked
chain,
a circle
of life.
.
.
.
Happy birthday to me, in a rather auspicious year in our family.
poem- modern inconvenience July 5, 2014
The panorama of lake and hills
lies peacefully before me.
The susurration of wind
the patter of rain on
leaves and pine needles
is mountain music.
Heaven on earth
marred by
that incessant RV A/C.*
.
.
.
*Recreational Vehicle Air Conditioning
OMG it just turned off! (and the very next minute the music started. Sigh).
poem- Oh Christy
Oh Christy,
who was the teacher
who provoked you?
Who was the teacher
who shredded your confidence,
made you feel powerless,
alone,
stupid?
.
Who?
.
For surely somewhere,
you sustained a deep hurt
that is still a festering wound,
that causes you to lash out
like an injured dog,
irrationally,
deflecting your pain with today’s power.
Some time ago,
there was a hurt,
that we are paying for.
.
Christy,
A counselor
would be cheaper.
.
.
.
It’s just a theory. But it would explain a lot.
poem- there July 4, 2014
Who you were there
eyes lit
smile glistening
passion sparkling
walking hand in hand
through the summer rain
fueled poetry
and wishful thinking.
Who you were there,
who I was then,
both left behind.
poem-planning
There is a plan before me
laid out step by step
But too much sits between
the steps for simple rising.
It seems so easy from a distance,
but closer to,
while the run is clear
the rise is high
and requires diligence
to climb.
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(a little grumble about my current WIP. It may have been laid out with ridiculously thorough pacing and all key events and turns, but those bones require a great deal of flesh and sometimes I forget what I’m doing!)
poem-karma
You told the kids
he was useless, stupid, weak.
You bullied him
into believing it himself.
You kicked him
out the door, and mocked his
adoring devotion to you.
You didn’t deserve him
and now someone better
has discovered a treasure.
So while you sleep
from man to man,
like the good Christian woman
you always claimed to be,
your kids now see what
you had blinded them to.
That kind, loving man
is finally getting the relationship
he deserves.
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.
,
Just heard yet another story of some woman abusing her kind-hearted man, and I had a flashback. Excuse the rant. (cough).
poem- nerves July 3, 2014
When
You sat beside me
I couldn’t find the gears
on this car I drive every day.
Your half drunk bottle of water
has become the holy relic in a
smile bestowing, mobile shrine
to your presence next
to me.
