Poetry, Art, Life

My beloved cat, shortly before his death. He couldn’t stand to have live plants around, unless he was given free rein to eat them. By the time he was done, these flowers were nothing more then forgotten stalks.

Cujo

The writing is in my heart

but not always in my hand

the words are in my head

but rarely let loose to flow

when things get out of control

I retreat and leave it behind

but where does one go

when you need to unload?

There are so many things

that happen in this life,

so many thoughts are created

by the life one left behind.

I have yet to live in a way

that befits my soul

and yet when it comes down

to a life that I could leave,

I find no where to go.

There is a time and a place for everything,

a pebble of possibilities to roll

on a mountain top they sit,

but in an avalanche that can’t let go.

Sometimes I have a hard time telling the truth. Actually I think it’s more of a problem saying it. For four very long years I hardly ever told the truth. It was the only way to keep peace in our house. I think the biggest lie I ever told was “I love you.” I did, but not in the way he wanted me to. The rest of it was little lies, shadings of the truth if you will. “Yes, of course I’m happy with you, yes we have a good marriage” kind of lies. Continue reading “To Tell The Truth”

He saw her through a smoky room, just her back and heard her laugh. He wanted to see her face and smile and wondered if it would affect him the way her laugh did. Every time he heard it a chill would run down his spine and he absently shook his head as if to clear it. It wasn’t helping.

She stood leaning against the balcony and her hair spilled over the edge. An animated talker, her hands waving back and forth till he could almost imagine what she was talking about. Someone called out from the dance floor and she turned, and as her face came into full view, his breath caught in his throat. Continue reading “May I have this dance?”

Cats sit on the fence
Yowling their pain
To a desolate sky
Wolves in the distance
Add their horrified cry
Police lights flash
As cars go by
And the city lights flicker
To the watching naked eye
An empty heartbeat echoes
Down a dark alleyway
Nightlife passes by
But misses the cry
Unseen and worn out
A hand reaches forth
For someone to see
But lost in the darkness
In the cracks, ignored
Brushes away a tear
Tears away from the pain
And forsaken by all
Slips into the darkness
Unknown, unheard, unwanted