Poem for Today

Evidence

For all these years,

Did I love someone I did not know?

I won’t believe it...

I can’t make myself accept that.

She made tiny gentle cries of love in my arms,

Gasping, drenched in cold sweat...

I left the evidence of my passion in her clothing.

She showed me…

It must have been true.

I can’t accept what she says now.


March 2010

Not Well...

l don't feel good...I think I must get over this again. I am tired of hurt.

If I was religious would the divine he/she help me?
But then why did they cause this pain?

Yes, I blame something or someone else for my hurt. I should take responsibility for my own pain...But it is still pain.

Loneliness of the Runner

I was running in the German countryside today. Winding my way over windswept, rolling green fields, passing by huge shaggy cows who balefully peer at me.
The wind turbines were silently turning on the tops of the hills.
It was lunch time and the narrow lanes were deserted...

The cattle here are big and shaggy brown. They stand or doze listlessly on the sloped fields. Indolent, yet with some form of wisdom behind their deep dark eyes.They ignore me as I run by, but I feel they are my friends. They know I will not hurt them...

The wind turbines swing their huge arms above me, and I sometimes feel that they are waving to me.
Running in and out of tiny villages, I kept on and on. An old man wished me good day. Stout and stocky limbed farm cats sunned themselves on the road side... Everything seemed alive. Tiny spring flowers push their first shoots up through the dark soil. They make faint vertical clumps of purple and white against the black earth.

I want to say something, but can't quite get it right. I do fear being alone, but feel love in my heart.

Poem for Today

Possess

I want to own you,
Capture and enrobe you,
Drive you to stay with me,
Compel your love.

But it can't be.
You've got to come on your own,
Padding towards me,
On your delicious and soft feet,
Come to me.

In wanting to possess you,
I seek my own submission,
I want to belong to you too,
Hoping I can be trapped and kept,
Close to you - like the keys around your neck.

Lock me up,
Don't let me go.


March 2010

Poem for Today

Made Into Your Toy


Mechanical toys,
Cheapest of thin metals,
Primitive and repetitive.

They wind themselves down,
On rubber wheels,
Rolling and swaying on my tabletop.

A small tin monkey beats his drum,
Marching steadily to the end of the table,
Waiting to go over the end.
He must be in love too.

Dec 2009