A Sailor Dress

It streamed through her
Waves that hurt
Fragments of her being caught their eyes
 Vicious, cold gleaming stars
Blood of her insides seeped onto their hands
And soaked the white of her sailor dress...
There was blood on the moon that night

During the hours of that long, black night
Her raped torso shuddered to a silent halt
Beneath the almost leafless branches of an elm

Overwrought, her brain didn't comprehend
Would it ever end?
It wouldn't-until pounding feet left

Life had ended as she knew it
She moved the last leaves of the elm
With her jagged breath
And with winter's decline
She died inside

Finally, birds trilled their life giving sonatas
Her smile reached the outside and
She answered.

Message to Asshole

Between meeting and leaving
Passion roars
Like a crashing tide
And drowns my name

Then, you couldn't be bothered

Shadowed by need
I learned a little about you
After awhile
I knew another self-involved man
Your name written
All over yourself

And I can't be bothered

Silence in the Air

She clawed for air
This lonely woman
Spun spun words

Like trees have leaves 
That fall aground
Her words and tears
Blew blew around

No one listened
No one was there
There it went
 Round and round

I tried to reach through silent air
As she fought for her share
Around and around
She couldn't get there
We couldn't get there
Now she lays
Beneath ground
There's no sound
There it goes
Round and round...for Connie

Forgiving

I've never seen anyone burdened by
So much pain
Such rage
Such sadness

Forgetting
An impossible task for the betrayed

You work toward forgiving

Pompous, hollow pricks
Are those who have been wounded
And become hard-boiled
That is their
Burden

There are those who have
Capacity
For compassion
They will
Hear you
You will
Hear them

Know that time will come
When you find a softer way
To remember

A Rare Pearl

Friendships can be real tough

A real friend sees you through
And accepts the so-called
Indefensible, "screwed up" you
A true friend doesn't waver
Cares about
What and how you are
They know the flawed person inside
And they forgive
Because we're all flawed

A real friend is hard to find
Like the rarest of pearls

She is...

She is winter rose
Self-protective thorns
Her jewels and bows

She is beast's feast
Torn up underneath

She covers skin
A guard thin

In due course
She set sail on a
Tear thought

Storm's fury quieted
Within
She returned
As she ought


Last poem I wrote