Monthly Archives: Mar 2014
Scrabbled
And in this silence I am with my weakness of form Unwoven, undone and crying Cowering and so fragile to thee The pillaging, scrabbling strokes My heart pleading please. Stroking the graphite Piercing the paper below, Piercing of my heart Only to go where eagles dare Not go. I wrote you believing That one more […]
Listening for you….
i will always love you
Take a number
Soon i am to fall out of love of with you I am fading…. My love has left me. For I am no longer desired or wanted, he has left me here empty brokenhearted. I write as I lay here dying writing my last one. I have met another His name is John You left […]
Because
I can’t remember the last time I saw you. or at least, that’s what I tell you every time we talk. Because I don’t want you to know how many times I’ve replayed the sight of your eyes looking into mine, […]
Bleeding Heart
The sky is always the darkest Right before it rains. It’s how I learned to take it… Disappointment with no expectation. No matter how beautiful and perfect Something seems. Why is love for me a disaster And why is it always on the horizon Is it the calm before the storm… Do I ask too […]
Vida La Vita
Vita is to see or to visualize…”I know Saint Peter won’t call my name” refers to the popular tradition of St. Peter seen guarding the gates of Heaven. He is often depicted in art as holding the keys to the Kingdom of Heaven per the Petrine doctrine and the Biblical reference in Matthew 16:19. […]
Fearless
He strokes her with enchanted brush And with his pen giving birth, To life of Mountains and valleys Defenseless against thy will, For thy written word is love. Shorelines and skies Cease back under his hand, For his power is the pen and ink It is giving life to beauty And to the wonder of […]
For the love of a poet…for John
These are the words of a poet, A creator, a writer of operatic prose It’s the giving of a life to the poetess, It is he that inspires her, To write his love on a portrait In pencil and in paint, This is a splendor of his heart Sent to the hands to write; A […]
Life With Catnip 