Sunday, March 15, 2020

TO MY ABUSER





In the clear waters of the lake
do my teardrops make a difference?
Are they distinctive? Do the fish avoid them - so full of pain??

I will never know.

The black charcoal
etched 
your cruel words into my heart
forever
never to erase my mistrust in you -
Your smile - it means nothing!
Your love - it means nothing!
"You're mine!" you claim
"I swear I will never hurt you again!"

....you claim.
Your claim, not mine.

I stare blankly at you.

In the cold grey day outside
In a cloud, I see a form
Why do I see a form?
Why do i feel it follows me everywhere?
Why do I see shadows...

Everywhere??

You and I  - we make no sense
Should we die
and come alive, still
make no sense.

Trying to hold water in your hands -
never a wise thing to do.

Wednesday, March 11, 2020

OUT OF LINE



In your eyes I saw 
my soul reflected
out of line
you thought
defining line your way
She thought she'd step out of line too - 
not to meet me
but out of line sounded fun
Was it fun once you stepped out?
The breeze blows harder
turns into a cyclone
and you are not she
to not be blown away
Out of line you scream - 
'Mind how you do it!'
A calm only around her
a glow
aglow
She walked the steps keeping
just out of line
and then moves tangent
and parallel out of line
winds speak poetry,
trees nod to rhythm,
she read between the lines
in the silences in vacant patches of 
wet Earth
drawing her own circle
Within Without