Serenity
she waded into ocean of high tides
gray clouds in sky at half mast
poetry of soul floats with her
her brow adorned with seashells
tears mingling with salty sea
wind cradled her last breath
foam smiles adorned crested waves
splashing in depths toward bliss
stepping into aqua ocean peace
new beginnings in soothing seas
ship of death sailed into horizon
as soul windows opened wide
and silence seeped below water
absent heartbeat clothed by
skin of the sea as she becomes
one with caressing ocean streams
Closed Eye Thoughts
Overwhelmed
which way to turn
slow burn
up, down, sideways
darkness and pinpricks of light
anguish and fright
let me out of this cave
save me
too much
can’t hold it all
plate overflowing
broken, throw away
today
toss it
high, low, away
stay away
not here
not now
not ever
no room
broom
clean sweep
night weeps
light
clearing
fearing
fog lifting
uplifting
soft sifting
take it
make it
change it
run with it
faster, faster
found it
plain sight
Ahhhh!
Inalienable Rights
My belief is that Faith
a woman for all seasons
for all men who have faith
that Faith will render
what they believe is due
under inalienable rights.
Yes, it’s written
in the men’s constitution
under faith and forbearance
that their long held faith
will yield Faith on a platter.
What a relief that their belief
is promised in the Book
of Men’s Rights
but please let Faith know
since it’s her assumption
that men have no bearing
upon her intimate beliefs.
Feeling outright relief
Faith scorns the men
with their prurient beliefs
has no faith in their lies
will not be their prize!
Amber Whisky
Fall over my cliff
‘New’ murmurs to me,
leave the damp fog
of all you every knew.
Fall over my cliff
Sip the amber whisky,
ride on golden steed.
tired memories
sink below horizon.
Fall over my cliff
The future lures you
with crooked fingers,
wagging promises
over the vista.
Fall over my cliff
Sojourn with me,
taste cutting edge,
seal the ancient
into zippered pocket.
Fall over my cliff
but you cannot,
not ever,
walk backwards!
Abracadabra
She began to peel layers slowly – first ruddy tan, then splotchy red, then streaks of sinewy white. She felt tantalized, discovering what was under the façade of tight binding which shackled her. When she was finished, she was amazed that there was absolutely nothing there.
He no longer existed.
Delusional
I was enthralled by the mystery play because there were so many characters who could have killed the beautiful damsel who was found tossed like trash in a dark alley.
It could have been the man who found the bloody body and had blood all over his clothes. He claimed that he had tried to resuscitate her to no avail.
Maybe, it was the woman’s fiancé who had become enamored of another woman but couldn’t bear to tell her. If he knocked her off now, he could scarf money from their mutual bank account. Possibly, it was her fiancé’s new love interest, hoping to hasten the absence of her rival.
Was it her nasty friend who owed her money and didn’t want to pay her back?
Perhaps it was a threatening rapist who didn’t have time to rape her before the body was discovered. The realm of possibilities intrigued my imagination.
Suddenly, the characters in the play stopped in the middle of the action. All, except the dead woman, pointed accusingly to the audience in which I was seated. “It was one of you!” they screamed. They proceeded to stomp off the stage to the seats out of the spotlight. I was flabbergasted when they stopped in front of my seat and yelled, “Arrest him! He’s the one who did it!”
Finally, it dawned on me! This wasn’t a play and these weren’t actors. I killed the woman in cold blood when urges overcame me. I had built a fantasy world to cover my aberrations because I couldn’t face the truth. I turned to run but it was too late. I keep rehashing this over and over in my padded cell. Did I really do this or was it just an Illusion?