TheRealTamara

It’s called

What feels like the loss of
Feeling or a break from the
Broken-work as my love who
Is so dear and so very brittle
Falls apart at every seam and
Seems, like Humpty Dumpty,
Will never be whole again but
This is not a fairy tale not my
Own nor one we have stitched Together in tandem to keep 
From crying or fight off tears
Of anger and regret. Regret
What? I did nothing wrong and
He did nothing wrong. It is, it
Is what happened and cannot 
Be undone though it's undone
Us and we work broken at the
Heart or the soul and in body
And mind to fight off sorrow.
And to fight off sadness. Loss.

Is it? Can it be?

Is it the night sky, in my nights
As in my days, an urban force
That greets me, twinkling as if
Bulbs were stars or fluorescent
Lights completely natural? In 
Our habitat they are. Of course.
Off course. Don't veer so far as
To look for a pole, either north
Or south to guide you to your
Residence. Look just a few, a
Very few blocks to the west or
East, really in any direction to
Find your way home. All the
While enjoying the night sky.

As in reining

Dogs or cats?

Dogs. Cats. Funny animals.
Smart puppies. Silly cats. All
Wise. Sage cats, secure in 
Who they are. Playful dogs,
Worrying a stick or fetching
A ball. My dog never did that!
Fetch or even "go, get it, boy"
Was beyond his remit. Tug at
His leash hard enough to drag
My 10 year self along the street.
Dogs. Cats. Companions and
Friends. Anthropomorphisized
To their harm and maybe ours. 
Dogs, cats, pals and playmates.

Red skies

The red line in the sky illuminates
Not only my view but also guides
My reminiscences. There've been
Others, just like that or so similar
As to be a twin, a triplet, a dozen.
Who forgets when beauty leads?

Advisory

It looks so clear, so clean, so crisp
Deceptively so. The heat. The heat.
Too hot to enjoy staying out under
The sky. Its sharp lines, its pillowed
Clouds look light and airy, but they
Are heavy and weighted with heat.
Enveloping like a soggy blanket at
Your feet. Deceptively calm, pretty,
So welcoming. Too hot in this heat.

Across a night sky

Across two nights across the 
Night sky lit from within lit by
A waning sun a rising moon 
My skyline offers me drama
With a touch of dramamine.
That last bit is just an LOL or
A "ha" not an aha. There is a
Peace in its symmetry and in
Just how nature blends then
Highlights what man clearly
Is building across two nights
Across the night sky lit by a
Setting sun, or, by electricity,
From within or by the moon

Age old questions

The sun creates both sunlight 
And shadow each an inverse 
Of the other. It's shadows that
Seem the stronger one, written
On the granite face of the walk.
Elusive markings dependent on
Time of day position of the sun
Where they fall they also lead as
If they were breadcrumbs in a
Tale of Hansel or Gretel in their
Escape from a witch who only
Wants to fatten them, her cook
Pot awaiting the moment; they
Awaiting the run-for-it that sets
Them free. Shadows in a forest,
Following the crumbs that birds
Have messed on the way home.
Out of the shadows into the light.

Clang

What is your favorite genre of music?

Rhythm banging melodies rising
Riding the waves of sound where
Beats meet tempo and merit our
Attention. "And a one and a two."
Songs tell us love stories or speak
To heartbreak, hope, or character.
A scherzo, a pastiche, a sonata,
A symphony let us dream our own
Words. Drums and xylophones in
The big parade; trumpets, flutes or
Tamborines, pianos, and violins too
Say what we have known all along

Summer

She walks her summer walk
More a languid strut full of 
Hips and promise. Languid
And languorous, relaxed yet
Sultry. She moves slowly in
The heat, in measured steps.
Her allure is as evident, as 
It is subdued. She is in no 
Hurry to captivate or arouse