Ashamed
of words unsaid
I whispered sorry
to a stone.
The crisp of leaves
scoffed at my penance
when I walked away
alone.
October 26, 2009
Ashamed
of words unsaid
I whispered sorry
to a stone.
The crisp of leaves
scoffed at my penance
when I walked away
alone.
July 18, 2009
She sat beside me
and watched me struggle
as I attempted to build
an empire from broken glass and tears
with retaining walls and a moat in defiance
of the tide.
it will never be strong enough she told me
but there is nothing more you can do
it will soon be gone and I knew that
she was right.
I wiped the sands
of make-believe from my eyes and cheeks
and we sat together and watched the ocean
swallow the kingdom, leaving only wet
clumps of a childhood dream, an illusion
at our feet.
follow me she said, and I walked with her to the edge
of the water. We stood ankle deep in silt
and broken shells. We stood in the only silence
that can be known on the edge of the water,
the kind of silence where you know
you are not alone
and never can be. We stood together,
worlds apart for what only seemed to be
an eternity.
Gentle swells brought children dancing in the surf
singing and playing the games that children play,
unknowingly conjuring spirits and speaking truths
they have yet to learn
ring around
the rosie
a pocket
full
She smiled at me and took my hands in hers
and we splashed and stumbled in circles
once, twice, three times
ashes
ashes
We all fall
And I knew it was time to let her go.
I turned away, holding in my hands the remnants
of her that had woven into my fingertips
and walked back up the sand
to my daughter, who was waiting for me
with the ocean in her bucket, waiting to build
sand castles.
June 30, 2009
I gave you everything I had–
Laid myself bare before you
During candlelit nights
As the world slept
And our conversation was a whisper
Only we could hear.
We grew together and it became
Impossible to know
Where I stopped
And where you began.
You were a part of me, you were able
To complete my sentences.
How can you now refuse me?
You meet my pleading eyes
With a cold, blank stare.
You brazenly touch others
The way you used to touch me, and leave me
Waiting, wanting more.
They talk about you, your insight,
As if you are brilliant–
Some kind of wonderful.
Let me remind you, Darling–
You were nothing until me. I can destroy you
And erase your memory in an instant.
But I’ll just sit back and let you be. Go ahead–
Have your way with unsuspecting strangers
Whose eyes you catch and whose hearts
You capture. Let it remind me always
That there is nothing more egotistical, more self-centered
Than a poem.