We can't save our loves from
Their fate, their anxiety. Their
Path is a parallel journey we
Share. We can not even save
Ourselves. Who can steer away
Clear of the shallows and the
Rocks, of life's pitfalls and the
Dangers that come to us all
From living, through life's path.
We see when love isn't enough.
It doesn't stop our heartbreaks.
We are saved by loving but we
Can not save the other or get
Either of us safely home. It all
Happens too fast and moves
At a snail's pace, we seek and
Then we avoid, tripping over
Our desires, protecting and
Worrying. Worrying, unable
To protect ourselves or our
Beloved in life's uncertainties.
Category Archives: Life
Whereto
Where does the poetry go
When it leaves us, departs
To parts unknown, perhaps
Unknowable? May we also
Follow? Should we? Is an
Invitation required? Is it?
Don't I have an open invite
To drop by any time? Can't
I find the lyric, the tempo,
The reason to rejoice at will?
Isn't inspiration my whim,
My whimsy and the rhythm
In my days, life as it comes
And goes. I can follow along
I can see the poetry. There,
Where I left it to sit, to stand
To rumble in the corners, to
Await a new day or an old night
Never quite gone. It's there.
Cloudy inspirations
We want so much from a sky
Like this one, one that holds
And hides promise. Clouds are
Not cotton candy. After all, but
Far more ephemeral and longer
Lasting, spun from dreams and
Not from sugar, though dreams
And hopes can also be sweet, all
Aspirations inspire us to reach
High and soar. Not unlike clouds
In a sky like this one, the one that
Hides and holds the promises of
Our dreams, not cotton candy but
Full of sugared desires and wants
What we’ve seen
Observations, we've all made
Them, they're subtler than a
Whisper of disapproval or the
Mention of a disappointment.
Quiet thoughts, barely thought
Tucked away, secreted deep in
A dark corner of memory. You
Will know it as a fact. His mom
She was just like that, you will
Blurt it out, no malice, and no
Criticism, you resent neither
One of them for it's just how
They were, are in memory, and
In your observation. There's
No whisper of discontent on
Your mind, no disfavor to put
A pall over your thinking and
Hold you fast. And hard, in a
Strange place, booing ghosts.
Tidy up
I need someone to tidy my
House bring order in /out
Of the chaos. Tidy my mind
Clean out the messes that
Accumulate with time /in
Time /over time and under
Every cabinet and drawer
Valentines
Flowers are symbolic
Words are hyperbolic
Sometimes. Or maybe
Not. Love is a happy
State but elation can't
Be permanently held
On the highwire that's
Life. We balance our
Happiness each day
My heart is full of love
A happy state held on
Life's highwire. I am
Elated but not giddy
Just intently, quietly
In love. Hearts, flowers
At last
What’s the thing you’re most scared to do? What would it take to get you to do it?
Dying is a selfish act, devoid
Of companionship, committed
Alone and sometimes in the
Dark. It is your dark darkening
As everything quiets. Those
You loved cannot participate.
They may be sitting with you
By your side, but you are alone.
This is a moment of privacy.
A moment for keeping your
Own counsel, letting the
Quiet and the darkness settle.
Tamara, really 