oh but you’ll never hear the words you read in books
when you fall in love with a writer.
the words you read are more often than not,
never spoken out loud.
these words you read,
they only speak volumes in the whirling mind of your writer,
and if you fail to understand that,
your writer can only write in protest.
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the lights burn my eyes
blind but undeaf
screams defy my voice
standing still my heart unstill
the music stops
in my self-made silence
only Continue reading “The Performer’s Moment”
No, it’s not the ladies dancing,
nor the ten lords who are a leaping,
instead, Christmas gave me something
that made my heart go singing
No, it’s not the usual lesson
of this merry, joyful season:
that to give is not a question,
generosity’s the equation
Instead, Christmas sang to me
the splendor of gratitude’s glee,
the beauty of my answered plea
in a time when born is He
Gratitude, for the family and friends,
for the joy that has no end,
and the gifts that they did send,
packed with love they carefully tend
Gratitude, for the season that comes once
and yet, gives us many a chance
to be thankful as we dance,
as we move through the days as if in a trance
Gratitude, that lets us see the light,
in a time that is full of night
letting us see our relationships’ might,
even though there are times that we do fight
Gratitude, dear Christmas’ firstborn,
often neglected and forlorn
call us back with your horn,
and let us thank Him who is born.
The way home proved to be one passing through streets of color-filled Christmas decorations. I didn’t mind that the road was a little slippery from the pattering rain. I knew that my Margaret was too old for bribes but I didn’t want it in my mind that I have done nothing to fix up what happened between us.
Taking a glance Continue reading “Her Gift”
In the face of the setting sun,
not too far from the fiery ocean,
I hear a laugh I know so well
was it really there? No one could tell.
Turning a little,
I see a boy
chasing a dog,
face etched with joy.
To ease my mind
I walk some more
Smelling the scent of love
that was there no more.
Then do I remember, Continue reading “Phantoms”
As midnight tiptoes across the sky
I stop and think of you and I,
I see the dark blue of my darkness,
and the white and for your light and openness. Continue reading “You and I”
The music starts…
yet my heart is stuck
The lights are lit
but I don’t sit
the conditioned air
in the artist’s lair.
I take a step
hoping that I kept, Continue reading “Emotionless Singers”
What is it that is neither a lie
nor a truth that will never die? Continue reading “Dear Secrets”