poetry ~ prose ~ reflections ~ dreaming
If
I place my foot
just so
I make a hole
There is a place
at the end of my walk
that is an eternal puddle
sometimes a pond
but that may be
a dream
My ugly brown
boot
can make a hole
or a splash
or a dream
and I lose
myself
in thoughts
of microcosm/
macrocosm
and wonder
how many storms
did I start today
in my empty
universe
and if
I hold my breath
can I stop
the apocalypse
13 January 2019
Twirling
and swirling
and
I am
a teapot
dancing
and glancing
and clouds
looming
with promise
and gloom
and dark
coming
glamour
and magic
incantations
skirts trailing
the damp, dark
ground
Song
more sigh
than sound
the bird
in the bush
cocks its head
to listen
and I am reminded
I am woman
12 January 2019
This room
full of clocks
telling time
telling stories
and me dizzy
and falling
and waiting
to hear
my story
This room
full of sighs
and time
forgotten
and me
blind
and bound
and waiting
counting
each heartbeat
breathless
in this silence
lost
in my own
longing
6 January 2019
The rain falls
my lips soften
Slowly
I remember
to breathe
Waiting
for my world to stop
and the sun to rise
fading
memories
like ripples
in your pond
before it freezes
for winter
Sometimes
healing
is surviving
and climaxing
in loving
and falling
and the touch
of you
My foot slips
and I slide
the thundering sound
of tumbling rocks
blinds me
until
I can no longer see
or dream
you
My mind slips
and I fall
and curl
into myself
making
the gutter my home
as autumn leaves
cover me
waiting
for the green man
to claim me
again
and I spit
and claw
resisting
fighting
refusing
to surrender
even as death
taunts
until I forget
to breathe
waiting
for snowfall
26 September 2018
