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A cold breeze whips the bare branches
And a perfect storm of leaves erupts ~
As a mini cyclone whirls and tumbles
The tattered survivors of its brutal assault ~

Movement catches my eye ~ and a homeless man
Comes into view ~ pushing his bag-laden cart
With all his worldly possessions and one
Surprising thing ~ a Christmas tree about four
Feet in height ~ protruding hopefully from
The front of his pilfered grocery cart ~

He stops as I watch his progress ~ to wrap
His coat more warmly around himself ~
And to retie the rope which holds it all ~
And probably him ~ together

He does not glance up at my window and
I am glad ~ for I feel almost obscenely lucky
To be where I am and not where he is ~
Although there may still come a time ~
I take nothing now for granted in these
Parlous times ~

Toilette completed ~ future still uncertain ~
The object of my reflections moves on ~
Completely unaware of the feelings he
Has conjured in my sympathetic heart ~

And I want to run after him with money ~
With promises that one day it will
All be better ~ but no one can promise that
With any truth ~ and he moves on ~

Glancing at the sun’s position in the sky
And planning where he will sleep tonight ~
As I resume my interrupted day in my
Warm dry house ~ with my full belly
And my aching heart ~

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Eyes

Posted: November 11, 2014 in Eyes, Lies, Love, Lovers, Passion, poetry, Resistance

490874891.jpg Veiled Woman“Those are my eyes”
You said
“Those are my arms
My face and
I would have you
Veil them
Not share them
With the world”

And what lies
Underneath your
Robed exterior
Your haughty
Arrogance
You said was
Always to be
Mine alone

But you have
Shared it with
So many
It is no
Longer mine
Nor am I yours
Not truly
Though you may
Think that you have
Bent me to
Your will

But true love cannot
Be compelled

You’re thinking that
You own me
That I still
Owe you fealty
Or obedience
It could be that
You’re in for
A surprise

Tonight I make my
Bid for freedom and
If you’re reading this
You’ll know that
I am gone

And you will know
Whose eyes these are
These eyes
Are mine!

space fantasy. starDon’t try and tell me
I’ve not seen ~
The things I’ve seen ~

The splendor and the joy ~
The soul deep Love
Of the Universe ~
And all that it contains ~

Peace beyond telling ~
Always familiar
Though never the same ~

A homecoming
If you will ~
Or a becoming
Of oneself again ~
As all illusions
Fade away ~

All this within my grasp
Then I was torn away ~
Brought back to life
And I was very grateful ~

But part of me yearns
Ever toward the Light ~
The unattained
Destination ~
The object of
My soul’s desire ~

Someday ~

670px-Decorate-a-Window-With-Christmas-Tree-Lights-Step-1Miniature colored lights
Pick out the windows
And the doorways
Of my apartment
It’s mid-September
And they’ve been
Up all year

They make me happy
And they make
My friends smile
They blur the hard
And unforgiving
Edges of my day

So I don’t care if
It’s naïve and
Unsophisticated
It lifts my heart and
Warms my inner child

woman-sleeping5904.jpg dreaming womanIn my dream
I hear a baby crying ~
Then the soothing
Sound of a lullaby ~

And somehow I know
That I am dreaming ~
I am the crying babe
And the singer my mother ~

This is the dream
I asked her for ~
On the eighth anniversary
Of her graduation ~
From this world
Into the next ~

And now that I know ~
I can feel her
Arms around me ~
Feel the strength
Of her love
Once more ~

And even in my dream
I am so happy ~

flat,550x550,075,f.u1.jpg blue jaySunlight strikes
The Blue Jay’s wings
Flashing shards of
Brilliant blue

Shamelessly flaunting
His sheer perfection
He lights on a branch
Of a nearby tree
Sings a few notes
Then disappears

Leaving in his
Departing wake
A subtle trace of blue
Upon the morning air