There lies just beneath my smile
A deep and venerable pain
That I can’t explain, or wish away-
I try to escape, into ideas and words
that might distract my brain,
But it’s always there, waiting for me
Like an ache that won’t release,
A knot in my chest with no relief,
So I sit here and pretend that
It’s all okay
It’s just a deep and venerable pain.
Tag: romantic poetry
magician
I loved a man desperately
and that desperation made
me believe that truth was illusion,
and illusion truth.
A slight of hand, and my complicit
willingness to disbelieve
what lay right in front of me,
burned my soul to ash.
Beware of magicians who come
dressed as ordinary men.
holes
You ask for my decision
Will I give you what you need?
I hesitate blindly
Knowing that I am too broken
To fill your heart with light
How can I catch rainbows
When my net is full of holes?
time
The beating of your heart
Is a clock I can keep time by
Steady and confident
I lay my head down
To listen to the rhythmic
Tock of your constancy
And lose my thoughts
To the wash of time
sandy shores
Soothing blue embrace
reaches out like waves upon a beach
caressing all those sandy parts of me;
I linger with your salty water
covering my hidden places,
calming my energy-
And when tide pulls back to sea
I don’t long for your touch
because you’ve left parts of yourself,
shells and stones and kelp,
Upon my sandy shores
so it goes
~so it goes~
This ringing in my ear
is reminding me that you are gone
from me now-
And that is how it should be….
And I accept this; save for the
emptiness in my heart that longs
for relief and the pounding in
my chest, echoes of broken….
There’s nothing more you could do
to hurt me, cept take away that which is yours,
(once perhaps mine)
And give it to another.
A world of karmic consequences
mock human feelings
of love and loss….
What is soul to one:
Is simply spirit to another.
So it goes.
Statue of the Sea
Oh! Tall and constant Lover!
My statue in the sea;
Clouds crown your head, as you hover
Above… protectively.
Birds flock to you to hear your song–
‘Floats softly on the breeze;
A tune, dependable and strong,
Keeps hearts and souls at ease!
True and ever constant statue!
You stand alone in time;
What artisan from rock and stone
Carved such ancient design?
Peacefulness is the light you shine!
Stormy seas rage, wild winds blow;
Still, fortitude, I find,
Within my rock, my lord, my beau;
Constant and unconfined.
Under your guard, I find my home,
Firm stance, unfaltering;
And those songs that are yours alone—
Within my spirit ring.
Thru’ wind and rain– remains your throne
A light for those in need;
A true guide, calling lost souls home,
A holy task indeed!
Sweet Lucy Blue
Sweet Lucy was a child of the trees,
Sweet Lucy… left alone,
Sweet Lucy searched but could find no relief,
A child with no home.
Why was she left all alone?
Sweet Lucy, why?
While Lucy’s mother ran away to play,
With men she so desired,
Sweet Lucy sat by herself unconstrained,
Until mom’s fun retired.
Why was Lucy all alone?
Why, oh why?
Lucys brother cared little for her soul,
His anger set at Dad,
Lucy pretended that she did not know,
That all he felt was mad.
Why did Lucy suffer so?
Sweet Lucy, why?
One sordid day, her mother brought him home,
A “friend” for Lucy true,
He said he loved her, with a secret known,
By only Lucy Blue.
Why was Lucy all alone?
What did he do?
Sweet Lucy and her mother’s “friend” remained,
Together for some time,
And in his bed, the two secretly laid,
Where no one dared to find.
Why was she left all alone?
Why Sweet Lucy, why?
Sweet Lucy kept her true secret inside,
Even after he left,
Though gone, the secret remained in her mind,
Sweet Lucy’s soul bereft.
Sweet Lucy, Sweet Lucy
Why oh why?
Sweet Lucy was a child of the trees,
Sweet Lucy… left alone,
Death was Sweet Lucy’s only relief,
From a uncaring home.
Sweet Lucy, Sweet Lucy why?
Why were you left alone?
Years turned into time and time now is past
Some say still, Sweet Lucy roams,
And within the windswept trees she found at last
The Caring arms of home.
Sweet Lucy no longer suffers so,
Sweet Lucy’s soul at rest!
the SIBYL'S SONG 