When the last word’s been said When accusations still echo Will you forgive me For not preventing? When the last thing’s been bought When things lay unpacked Will you forgive me For not shedding? When the moments are no more When moments all lie past Will you forgive me For moments had? When your plans …
I am all knotty Like a tangled thread From a skein of yarn Twisted and pulled through By life’s mischievous kittens. I am all knotty, And as I follow each string Through to tortured origins, More nodes are created By my clumsy mittens. I am all knotty, And I search through Loops and overlaps For correlaties vs. causalities, …
I make rainbows in the lawn From the water Heat from sun on back, Cold water sifting back, Watery lines in grass drawn While making the rainbows Glisten Kamikaze bugs crash land In the water Splayed wings buzzing, protests to air Feet swimming upside down mid-air I gently nudge them to stand, Then resume my …
I am valuable Because I am redundant. I match a niche, a peg, a hole. I AM a niche, a peg, a hole. I am valuable Because I can be replaced. I am valuable Because I am a portrayal Of a portrayal By actors who change Persona for Pay. I am valuable Because I can …
THE ARTIST
THE ARTIST
The Artist Reflects their Soul Out To Mine I Stand in Awe Looking Outward Into The Artist By cindy 2013-ish
Since the transition from ‘me’ to ‘us’ then . . . back to ‘me’ again, the nest in my heart where you once lay is empty now. As the broken corpuscles of our connections mend, and I gradually fill the empty void with ‘me’ness’ once again, I am relieved . . . ‘me’ was always so much …
At age 13, I mowed the lawn Finally allowed for the first time Brothers all gone to college Sisters married away No other need for the preteen One leftover child in the 70’s The last child alone Just me…. Knobby spindly legs Dangling from short short short shorts Long hair flying Push mower spinning Me, mowing the lawn In bare feet …
It is easy to be saintlike When one has given up… It is easy to curl up With one’s dogma of choice And let the vested Scrabble for scraps That have no meaning to the ‘…almost not here anymore…’ Money? Who cares? We have no need of Money Where we are hiding…. Justice for the …
You pushed a button I felt like nothing You turned a knob I bent down to sob Then threats you uttered Some responses I stuttered My words began to lisp I turned into a wisp You hunkered down And turned on a frown Now for explosions you wait Confidently seething hate But don’t you know …
‘U’ are the distorted ‘I’ s u p e r i m p o s e d upon the b u …
She made no imprint On the sand, As she walked, But the air shimmered In her presence. Others gravitated toward her, In unconscious waves, Just to be near The pin-point presence Of the bright center Of her being. Her eyes, as they Connected with mine, Completed my life-long Search for purpose. “I am here for …
Who would I be If I’d not met you Not just set free Or said that we’re through But actually not met, Nor heard of, nor seen Would I still fret If we’d never been? Would lessons I’ve mastered Be mine from the hands Of some other dastard With matching demands? My needs, a receptor, …
FOLDED
FOLDED
A flower is complete within the bud Every ridge and ripple, shade and texture Blooming is simply an unwinding of what already is By cindy 2013-ish
I stand Agape, Philia with love, Holding very still, Trying to avoid the Eros of my ways By cindy 02/14/2017
This morning I lost my love The feelings were there, Of one being two I remembered we fit, Like a glove I knew we were bound, Like glue But this morning I forgot Who exactly it was That I love This morning, my heart, It just sank And the feelings of reaching, Of pulling, of …
I STEP
I STEP
I step Teetering tenuously Past piles of discarded detritus Clogging closed corridors of ‘could-have-been’s Toward tomorrow’s prescient possibilities Waffling, waggeling I step By cindy 02/15/2017
These “me’s” that you may see I’ve carried them far and wide But for the life of me I can’t cram them back inside I’ve worn them most of my life Peeking out, when we feels safe Mostly hiding from the strife Each one, a sad little waif Once in a while We comes out …
They don’t talk with me anymore I’m alone in here like a cipher My wallpaper has faded back To a future that will never… Be, the Past, it’s rearranging All ties to the ones it will sever They don’t talk with me anymore I’m alone in my skin like a zephyr By cindy 3/5/2017