Awakened

You woke up an artist in me

Once imprisoned now free

Poems and prose our children

We dote on and tuck into bed

Some call us a failure

But we failed with open eyes

For a moment

Rejecting a passive life 

Questioning our sanity.

But here we are. 

 

Buried Alive

 During my youthful journey

Words in a journal to helped me

My innermost feelings were read

Then somebody lost what I said

Lost the friend... in those pages again

Our feelings and how we strive

Shouldn't be buried alive 

The struggles a loved one bears

Is a treasure to one who cares

Locked within... until time ends.. 

In the Depths

In the depths of my soul 

Lies a buried treasure 

Reaching, yearning, longing. 

Satisfaction evades me

But for faint glimpses revealed

This man reaches for a handhold

Outside I have become indifferent, superfluous

A single passion displaces loss... rage

I will find a way to reveal his depths

With thankfulness and enjoyment

And share the prize with others. 

Our Capers

 

You were the first to smile upon me

The first man I adored

And when storm clouds threatened 

An anchor I could moor

Your voice speaks clear inside me

Such wit still makes me laugh

A love that never wavers 

Won't change when time has passed

I was spoiled there's no denying

You endured through all our capers

Its just goodby for now

I'll see you in the funny papers.  

Settling Anxiety

              My eyes opened suddenly
  to a world of anxiety
         My legs thrashed   in bed
    My heart raced
                                         in my chest
           Something was missing
 Something was out of sorts

I said I love you to the storm
and let the words saturate the air

I give my love to no one
  I give it to everyone
   I give it to God if he is listening
    To every adversary who is seething
     Those who are indifferent
      Those who are in need of it
       Those who want to give theirs to me

My soul is now settled
And I am again filled with dreams

How Truth Feels

Some say truth hurts
But I beg to differ
It is a gentle knock at the door
What hurts is spite
What hurts is hatred
What hurts is pride
Some take truth and swing it
like a flail for aggression
Or a shield for insecurities
Truth always has our best at heart
Listen to the still small voice
And be gentle with yourself
Give consideration to others
And the truth will feel good..

At the Stoplight

sitting behind her
                   at a stoplight
I see her eyes
                  framed in a rear view mirror
                  leaning left
her mouth and nose
                 are beautifully formed
for a second
                 a smile
so I grin back
                is that smile for me?
it feels good to bring a smile
               to a mouth so deserving
though I am not visible
                my ego will savor
eyes I cannot gaze into
a smile not mine
               my heart says
                                  if only
Possibilities spark my ignition
we both drive away and I feel better
               For no apparent reason