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

Summer Abandonment by Gemini Writer

I walk

under the endless light of July

Peach and white roses

Waft under my nose

Their scent awakens sun lulled senses, like warming lotion

nimbly brushing my golden skin

White daisies dance under entertained eyelids

Their centres, amusing little suns, tickle my nose

Opulent gerbera

wave on lengths of spindly leaf

And graze my palms when I join them

Animate things that they are...

An Open Book

I want anything you can say in the moonlight
A line from a poem
From: The Circle Game Collection
She forces life to unfold its meaning
She won't settle for not enough

I stood in line that evening
Still attuned to her reading for
Alias Grace
Ms. Atwood expressed well
Direct, her humour, punchy
Yet, she's retained a softness

Cat's Eye in my hand
Written for me
It speaks of the challenges life throws
The self vulnerable
Open to page 207, sentence underlined
I hardly hear them anymore because I hardly listen
Elaine, the school girl, has walked away from Cordelia
Her character developing and freed
Atwood is telling us
Don't cower to tyrants
Defy

I got close and I see kind eyes

Curiosity in them as she signed her books
Her face itself an open book
She signed page 207
And the cover of
The Circle Collection

In some way, I feel why she writes
 Reflections true
Cat's Eye sits on my shelf
A reminder to never settle for not enough

a personal drama

The sunset ablaze, pinky red

paling to knotted mesh

before it drops