Are You Lonely

Are you lonely tonight

I know I am

as the cold arm of the shroud

gathers around me

I know I am

frozen in place from fear

and I want someone to thaw me

Are you lonely tonight

are you lonely

Terror

Terror

Always a threat

it is how it is

and then a makeup line

come hug me

I love you

you are beautiful

Bookshelves

Bookshelves

I

like

how light

plays on bindings

of so many stories told

I keep hold of passages in my collection

see how life’s unfolded through places I have ventured out to in books

I can't imagine life with out this window into appreciating stories, especially poetically versed, that resonate with every fiber of me


Linked to Poets United Poetry Pantry

In The Field

In The Field

Bees

buzz hives

cows chew cud

gaze from limpid brown eyes

bright blue bluejays scrabble in deep green pines

pinecones decorate this blue green tree’s thin fingers that point in all directions

hawk’s prey, soar over terrain in search of the next potentate 

In the field she no longer chews cud rather gazes from limpid eyes

across the terrain as hawks soar reeling on air currents

Written for Poets United - Verse First - Fibonacci Poems.

Grief

Grief

He sits
in a spare room
his face in his hands
elbows on his knees
the floor glows beneath

I Notice

I Notice

I notice I never relax
my butt held tight
as I drive down the road
negotiating my path
through different drivers

I notice my butt held tight
as I sit in my desk chair
negotiating email
so much to comprehend

There is the overload of the
overlord and it is hard to relax
not free to even have a glass
of wine as the evening passes

I notice my butt held high
its about attitude
I will not let them kill me
no overload of overlord

The Ramada Inn

The Ramada Inn

You asserted yourself

on a stool at the bar

you came across

the separation where I

behind the bar was safe

You asserted yourself

won me over in spite 

of the fact I didn’t want

to ever be connected

again I was snowed

a man looking for home

and I was a good home

but he wasn’t, they weren’t

they’re not into connection

they want a storybook life

not the stories I’ve read

where they are unconnected

except for sex and paycheck

They’re mowing the lawn

letting you spend money 

on food, clothes for the kids

and what is your fucking problem

what don’t you get bitch?

Cohen, L.

Cohen, L

He is a troubadour

sets poems to music

he is a lyricist

a songwriter

Leonard Cohen

has a message

He is a troubadour

harkens from Montreal

sets message to music

a songwriter

When I listen

I am in the room

His voice draws me in

it expresses his emotion

while I listen to his words

a troubadour

  

Linked to dVerse Poetics: Leonard Cohen and Place.

I Made Me

I made me

in spite of them  

am I arrogant

I might be

were they so bad

I made me

trying to avoid

being like 

either of them

I succeed

What If

What If

What if

the sea rises

and grabs me up

with a wave so big

it sweeps me out to sea

and I can’t get back to shore

not a good swimmer I sink and rise

as the angry sea rolls me crest to crest

dunks me and pummels me as it takes me away

doesn’t like the taste of me spits me back on shore

See

See

Float in my bottle

see coral beneath

sea aqua reef

see coral beneath

Sea coral 

Hum

Hum

Hum

silencing humming

no such thing

Hum

silence might

a menacing thing

Become

silence complete

a silence thing

On This Blank Page

On This Blank Page

I left it hanging out
this white blizzard
bereft of anything

Changed

Changed

from being the same old broken record

Changed

no longer play the martyr 

Changed

unfrozen from old bonds

Changed

I’m free 

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