He told me I was pretty I replied, “Pretty what?” He hemmed and hawed And spluttered for a while Then repeated himself again, Saying I was just pretty. Just pretty, that was all. But I can’t help but to wonder At this surface qualification. What makes him think “pretty” When his eyes look upon my …
It is quite obvious That I am not like you But isn’t there enough room For me in this world too? By cindy 7/12/2017
It seems to me The closer we be To life’s boundary The more we can see The value in rhyme And rhythm sublime Is it nearness in time To the Devine? For a babe in arm Is easy to charm With a rhythmic pat Upon the back Or a nursery rhyme All chanted in time …
“Earth to cindy, are you there?” No, I am not, for I am elsewhere. I’m flying a kite, high in the air, To capture the sparklies I know are up there. I picnic in jail, to make a point, The only righteous place in this depraved joint. I heal the sick, and teach to pray …
Is paranoia a valid, Classifiable Condition, If all avenues of Trust Have actually been Betrayed? Is it not just a Label That is used to Obfuscate Blame From those Who are wont To use labels As, yet, another Form of betrayal? This is not a Natural State For me, But rather an Acceptance Of what …
My dog loved me From the moment we first met My dog still loves me No matter how old we get My dog loves me She sits on my lap My dog loves me Even if I’m getting fat My dog loves me She doesn’t care how I dress. My dog loves me There’s no …
REVERSE SUNSET
REVERSE SUNSET
The sun set behind me Tonight And I watched its Reflections Off the trees First a blush of warmth Creeping upward Across gray bark And ashen leaves The lower the sun The higher the shimmer Then came the Yellows, Oranges, Pinks, Purples, and Red Garish to the eye Imposed upon foliage The closer to dark …
My biggest problem, as I know it to be, Is that they only ‘get’ what they ‘see’ While I only proffer that which they Have never ‘gotten’ …. yet …. By cindy 6/8/2017
When a prayer is said, it doesn’t depend If it is English or in Spanish. “Amen” or “Amén” is always the end, All differences seeming to vanish. By cindy 7/2/2017
I know a secret That most cannot abide. When we so very carefully Prepare our best best side, And present it, oh, so artfully, Others don’t look to deride. Nope! As we gaze at reflections In the eyes of those we greet, And see our genuflexions, Thinking to be discreet, They just see themselves, And ne’er our eyes …
Of battles conceived, That we are able, The bloodiest are conducted ‘Round the dinner table By cindy 5/12/2017
A brocade is never the same No matter how fine the stitch The colors tend to wane Once its been dragged in a ditch By cindy 5/30/2017
What if… The Earth is supposed to die? A particle blasted away from the heart Of the Big Bang, alone in the dark Circling its own destruction Waiting for deconstruction What if… The purpose of our mankind Is to break it all down? Drapage of burial shroud By us, so well endowed, With destructive dark …
BIDDEN
BIDDEN
I fear… Being alone… Being overwhelmed… Being controlled…. Being out of control… Being used… Being a user… Being… Just simply being… And, then, not being… I know not that which I need… And I fear… I need… To know what is the need… Therefore… I pray… “Help”, the last word before I sleep. I reach… …
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 …
The lucky ones get old Or so I’ve been told Skin paper thin Triple double chin! Traipsing all around In drapes like a gown Shuffling in slippers Everyone hears my whispers! Thoughts left half finished Why am I holding spinach? Eating 10 cent cat food Ketchup makes it taste good My show of the week …
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, …
THE LOST POEM
THE LOST POEM
She said that I just need to wait . . . . . . . . . This need for writing to sate . . . . . . . . So I’ll hold it in my pate . . . . . . . And I’ll slow my gate . . . . . . …
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 …
My mother calls me ‘Cynthia’ Though clearly I‘m a ‘cindy‘ No caps, no last name, just me Don’t I have a say in whom I‘m to be? By cindy 6/24/2017
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 …
Got a job that was too far Went in debt to buy a car! Here-We-Go-Round the Rat Race! Here-We-Go-Round the Rat Race! Hours of work s’posed to be fourty Then came more, ohhhhhhh Lordy! Here-We-Go-Round the Rat Race! Here-We-Go-Round the Rat Race! Drive to work, ‘neath waning stars Heading for home, look, there’s Mars! Here-We-Go-Round the Rat Race! Here-We-Go-Round the Rat Race! Had health insurance, but the …
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