We thought our house was sturdyUntil we cracked the foundation With our insecurityUntil we tore off the roofWith our prideUntil we flooded the living spaceWith our griefUntil we burned down the wallsWith our angerUntil we tended the gardenWith our neglectUntil we hid the ruinsWith our embarrassment When our ship docked in Juneau, I jumped off asContinue reading “House in Ruin”
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At the Root
The branches are celebratedFor their food and their fruitPhotosynthesis their giftBut they’d be nothing without the root The branches produce leavesProviding shade from its shootScented flowers also sproutBut nothing grows without the root The branches spread wideGiving the world a saluteOn behalf of the noble trunkBut all respect to the root The branches of oneContinue reading “At the Root”
Last Woman Standing
She stood waiting Against a backdrop of timeCrumbling with the weight of her tears.Where have her knights gone?She looked around at her ruinsThe frailty of her once proud visage.Where have the years gone?The memory of those long forgottenStill lay at her feet in perpetual worship.How long before she’s gone too? While this series of poems isContinue reading “Last Woman Standing”
Desert Games
Far beneath the cloudsIn the valley of mountainsChildhood games entertain themselvesOthello played on a sandy boardJumping checkers left and rightAs Pac-Man gobbles power pelletsEach a perfect circumferenceDrawn with a Spirograph My fear of heights has grown exponentially as I get older. Maybe it’s because I don’t play much anymore, and I haven’t ridden a rollerContinue reading “Desert Games”
Medusa’s Legacy
Children are to be seen and not heardWomen no differentGuilted into a life of celibacyOf abstinence from allLest we be ostracizedBy the gods and menAn anathema, Snakes hissing around our heads Medusa, too, was a victimOf the gods’ whimsLocked into a life of celibacyDisfigurement the price of sexCursed to hide her formHunted and fearedLust for herContinue reading “Medusa’s Legacy”
Gilded Guardian
He stood a sentryArmor shimmering in the sunOut of place and timeYet ready to face new daysHe stood a beaconTriggering imaginationCalling for adventureHarkening others to his lairHe stood an echoClamoring sound of metalIn a desolate landscapeSinging distant memoryHe stood a manGilded in mysteryBehind a mask of forgettingDaring others to step aside I remember cresting aContinue reading “Gilded Guardian”
Bridging the Gap
A memory near fadedA monument of time lostLeading back on the pathLike a breadcrumb left A travel-worn roadA traversal of pathsBridging the gapBetween coming and going An unfathomable depthAn unsure travelerStuck on the outskirtsSearching for the pinnacle A realization of triumphA retreat forward-movingTrip of a lifetimeTempering past hurts A gratifying reliefA glimpse of shared affectionPresenceContinue reading “Bridging the Gap”
The Facade
Snake-like tendrils stretch out,Grasping for purchasingLike hair in the windYet strong, powerfulIntentional in their reach.Feet firmly plantedBasking in the sunIndifferent to the eyesWatching in wonderUnaware of the tensionHolding her in place.A prisoner of her own strengthHeld in place by tendrils of memoryLonging to let go yetAfraid of the horror leftIn the wake of her collapseSheContinue reading “The Facade”
Drive-By Memories
We’d been driving for days, Eyes drained and uncertainYellow peaked through the leavesPiquing our imagination.How? Why? What does it mean?Sudden memories flash“Auntie Em, Auntie Em!”“Step on a crack” and “Swing on a vine,”The floor is lava! Breadcrumbs trail down the yellow brick road.The house sunk in the grass as if dropped,Parachute failed. Crash rippled the Earth.“B’deep, b’deep,Continue reading “Drive-By Memories”
Missing Pieces
At life’s end, we’re buriedWhole yet incompleteWe leave bits of ourselvesHearts and soulsWith those we’ve lovedHoping we fit into their puzzlesIn the same way we woveThem into our tapestriesShrouds of memoriesFaded over timeYet unforgotten.