Destroy my fear: lay bare and cleanse these veins,
Too long entangled in the shrieking haze
of Terror; soften the frantic refrains
and give me songs to quiet anxious days.
Continue reading “A Sonnet from Despair”
It’s the little things that break your heart–
Apple pie never eaten
in a house with one too many chairs.
A leftover sock in the wash–
never to rejoin its mate.
And perhaps you think it odd
that I stand here weeping
over a hairbrush filled
with fine straight golden strands–
(for my hair is dark
and tight with curls)–
but it only takes a heartbeat
to shatter a world.
A trillion crystals coalesce–
unnoticed midst abundance– Continue reading “Cleansing”
Future possibilities fade into reality
as fog licks at the road before me
Continue reading “Easter Fog”
Hope is the thing that
feathers all plucked, continues to dream
of the sky; Continue reading “Hope”
I am Not your Darling or Honey
Here’s your coffee, sir, now go away
Your attempts at a rogueish seduction
would bring shame to heads that were less grey.
I am Not amused by your laughter
Would you be if the tables were turned?
I am Not your sweet little Girlie;
as I hiss at your back my eyes burn.
I am Fire and Fury and Windsong
I was born of the heart of a star
I am flesh and blood and dragon-strong
and my bones are diamond-hard
I am Not for such as you, sir.
I do not belong to you.
Perhaps it was a silent night–
the cries of the oppressed stifled;
the tears of the rejected hushed.
and perhaps the sky was clear– Continue reading “Christmas Elegy”