Counting Down

I remember

Being so young of age I could count

My years on one of my hands

My teacher was gone for the day

So we joined our classmates next door

My teacher was gone

My safety net for a day

I counted the minutes tick by

I ran out of fingers

And then

I ran

Out of hands.

Butterflies

I’m trying my best

I’m shutting my mind 

I’m reading a book

I’m eating sweet cake.

Anything to qualm

These pesky annoying sweet 

Butterflies 

Flying

Flapping

Flickering

Inside of me.

Silent Stranger

An uninvited

Stranger

Stealthily tiptoed

Across my 

Unsuspecting 

Vision.

I’m tormented.

Ripped Apart

And so the pain I suffered lifetimes ago

Buried far beneath ten layers of snow

Simmered and stewed and viciously grew 

An explosion came as it threatened to do

The band was ripped and all laid bare 

My pain is raw, love was never fair

Exposed

Cloaked in a sheen of

Vulnerability.

Obscuring hidden scars unseen

Before a blinking eye –

Or shocked murmur could

Escape.


Her cloth was yanked aside

Exposed!

Not everything was lost.

For past the steaming horror

Of uninvited eyes

A tapestry of beauty

Expressions of life and colour and love and pain and strife

Quietly shyly

But with a growing confidence

Emerged.

Fallen

I gave myself

For cheap slivers of silver

I sold myself

To the lowest bidder

I fought a weakness that is too

Strong

I battled a nature I could not

Quell

Before I could trip my own self up I simply –

I simply gave it all up

I simply and hopelessly

Fell.

Exhale

Alone I sit

Conflicting thoughts for company

I hear the laughter I hear the sounds

Of lovers, partners, friend and family

While fish in ponds before me splash

I breathe the air I breathe the peace

I exhale those longings that take hold

With a merciless strangulation

Around my soul

I exhale it all.

Water’s Edge

At the very edge I sit

As the streaming waters flow

Reflections of the day abound

Settling on a rippled plain

Moon and stars share their

Glistening lights below

Caressing my heart

My mind

My soul

As Tiny As

A thought

As tiny as a thought can be

Popped alive and into being

A thought of you

Gained strength and speed

Intwined its limbs and wrapped itself

Around my hapless

Helpless craving

A thought of you

Devoured the whole of

Me and in its wake I was left with nothing

More than a wafting scented dream of

You

Golden Heart

Each day I longed to walk with you

To share each drop of finite time

Your hands your face your touch I feel

It’s written on my stolen heart

This heart of steel I thought I had

Is nothing more than molten stream

Of pain and hurt and loss and want

I empty all myself of you.

Cast my heart anew of gold.