she turns and faces him,
astonished... he looks away
and off into the distance,
he looks at the table...
and then at her and each time
she looks it's a little longer;
his shyness attracts her intensity,
her teasing looks...
she turns away and her wonders
of his chances... or,
lost opportunities... waiting
until the next time she looks
and he turns away.
Yesterday
yesterday... so far away,
past memories slip into words,
a consciousness on paper,
between the lines,
messages hold a single
constant reminder,
waging war with deaf ears.
Country Songs
country music plays
melancholy blues,
cries of sorrows
lay at your feet
with the sawdust,
swirls of wind bring
an artic cold solemn
and penetrating,
Thursday's wait spent
on distant roads and
as the weeks pass we
become total strangers.
pressed against the window
looking out in disbelief,
your weary eyes,
blistered and burned,
by irresponsibility have
prematurely aged
holding back the anger of
your fear frustrating hatred
that innocence failed to protect you;
stripped of love, friendship, and security,
disabled by a crippling companion
whose insatiable desires leave you barren,
in a timeless void of wasted memories,
you stand as a saint among a sinner
your forgiveness shines on the future
and on the child who must now
learn to live with her father's failures.
Morning Awakens
the sky lifts back its darkness
like sleepy eyelids...
a faint belt of color,
reds and yellows,
gird the horizon, leaving a
blue greyness behind;
morning awakens,
her image reflected in first light,
object grow into silhouettes
from out of nowhere and her
foreword prepares a peacefulness.
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