Thursday, November 24, 2011
The Needle
The needle bringing pain.
Yet art requires the pain of birth.
Devoting oneself to Her.
Accepting the pain as a sacrament.
A living memorial to Her.
Always there.
She moves at the edge of the mind.
Always there.
Like a mother ever watching.
Waiting to see Her again.
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Sunday, November 6, 2011
In Her Eyes
I sat down with my coffee
the cafe was nearly empty
but one sat there nearby
I looked
and saw the pain
there was something
in her eyes
that spoke of pain
worldly cares weighing
all spoken
in her eyes
the set of her lips were
almost as hard as stone
her hair was awry
had she slept?
she seemed so tired
shown through her eyes
she sat quietly
I sat and watched
her cup sat empty
mine sat full
was this like our lives?
her eyes
spoke of an emptiness
spoke of pain
spoke of a need
she looked up
I smiled
I could see the barest
hint of a smile
in her eyes
the cafe was nearly empty
but one sat there nearby
I looked
and saw the pain
there was something
in her eyes
that spoke of pain
worldly cares weighing
all spoken
in her eyes
the set of her lips were
almost as hard as stone
her hair was awry
had she slept?
she seemed so tired
shown through her eyes
she sat quietly
I sat and watched
her cup sat empty
mine sat full
was this like our lives?
her eyes
spoke of an emptiness
spoke of pain
spoke of a need
she looked up
I smiled
I could see the barest
hint of a smile
in her eyes
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Monday, October 24, 2011
Wall
Not physical yet the wall was there.
Palpable.
Unscalable.
Locking me out in the cold.
Inestimable.
Unopenable.
I watch as you turn and leave.
Disbelieving.
Widening.
I lock my heart away.
Sadly.
Tightly.
Palpable.
Unscalable.
Locking me out in the cold.
Inestimable.
Unopenable.
I watch as you turn and leave.
Disbelieving.
Widening.
I lock my heart away.
Sadly.
Tightly.
Friday, October 21, 2011
Adrift
as I lay there
your face lit by the light of the clock
I felt a distance
the gulf widened by I knew not what
I reached out
touching your arm and needing you
wanting your touch
I look at the ceiling and think
what had changed
life's flow helping us drift apart?
set adrift?
is a gulf widening there really?
a lifeline?
would we take that line if cast?
pull ourselves back
removing the distance that is there
I lie there wondering.
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