The last train

I've arrived too late

the train has come and gone.

I stand here in the rain

abandoned, alone.

What's left of my possessions

is tucked inside these wet, battered suitcases.

What's left of my heart

is laying on the tracks.

I watch as it drowns in tears and rain.

Copyright 2010

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Despair

Despair arrived unexpectedly. There had been no invitation and yet, in it came with an empty suitcase.

Despair found me sitting on my favorite chair. We looked at each other and did not speak.

Despair followed me all day. It passed the sugar for my tea, the milk for the coffe, the towel in the bath.

When night time fell I knew Despair would stay and sleep with me. I turned out the lights and felt it's cold icy feet next to mine.

"...then black despair the shadow of a starless night, was thrown over the world in which I moved alone." (Percy Bysshe Shelley)

Copyright 2010

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These wolves, these thoughts

Just like a pack of hungry wolves

my thoughts surround me.

I see their shiny eyes, feel their furry coats.

And just like hungry wolves my thoughts follow me,

they watch my every move,
just waiting... just panting.

I cannot escape from these wolves, from these thoughts.
And in my entrapment I am silent,
awaiting the tragic end that's sure to befall me...

Copyright 2010

Photo by Eugenio Recuenco

The shredded page

You walked into the room and I forgot to breathe. It was that simple. My life from that day on would not belong to me anymore. I became part of another world. A chapter, a page of a strange, wonderful book. I simply ceased to be. Hours were seconds, minutes were months. Days were bathed with a strange light that filtered through unusual places. I absorbed your words and inhaled your thoughts. I did not feel my own skin. My voice sounded strange, it was soft and feeble and I panicked thinking you might not hear me. I became the ivy that clung to your walls, an unwelcome pestering weed that showed up at any time, in any season.

Through the veil of my obsession I could see what I was doing but was unable to stop. Invisible chains tied me down, I was afraid to make a movement and break the spell. The veil of my obsession blurred reality and I was startled when the book closed ... when the page I used to be was torned into tiny pieces and laid scattered upon your rug.

Copyright 2010
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Clouds

Clouds are everywhere,

On my hair, on my lips.

My skirt is a cloud, soft and weightless.

I am making a chain with salt water beads

to adorn my neck, my ankles and wrists.

I am searching for Freedom.

I am boarding the vessel Mist has made for me,

I am floating, drifting. I'm beginning to be... 

Copyright 2010

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The sound of death

My heart has shriveled,

It’s been wounded and now lays cold, unmoving,

Trapped within my ribs, a brittle useless cage.

My feverish head rests against a stone wall.

I am still breathing but I know I'm dead.

I can hear the noise my soul makes as it crumbles to the ground…

Copyright 2010

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Lazy afternoon

Miss Martin sat by her window with a cigarrete in her hand and the scent of violets in her hair. It was a lazy summer afternoon, the kind that makes one sleepy and dreamy.
 Miss Martin had no plans or any immediate thoughts, she was happy to follow the trail of the smoke  as it swirled about and disappeared right through her long, slender fingers.
 And just like the smoke, another day slipped by...

The black shawl

Night wrapped around me

like an old witch's black shawl,

and I felt the magic of being burn inside,

and I wept...

Copyright 2010

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Birds of a feather

This bird on my shoulder knows my sorrow,

 it's heard me cry and seen me laugh.

 Unlike others, this bird remains beside me...

my faithful companion...

a feathered handkerchief on which I dry my tears...

Copyright 2010

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Vanished Spring

The sun is shining but I can't feel it,

The birds' song bother me, they're out of tune,

You are not here... all is gloom.

Snow has melted but I'm so cold,

 Tiny buds on the tree branches announce the change,

I don't care,

You are not here...I'm not the same.

Copyright 2010

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The woman I want to be

I want to be that woman they talk about, the one they're afraid of, the one they long to know. I want to be that woman whose name they whisper, the one whose scent reminds them of Spring mornings and Autum nights. I want to be that woman desired by every man, envied by every woman, despised by everyone.

Copyright 2010

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All passion spent

I watched you and hoped you'd glance my way. Roses in my hair, pearls around  my neck. Purple lipstick. Bare shoulders. Trembling heart. A whole world of passion waiting to explode. Hours passed. You walked away...darkness surrounded me.

Candles

The days of our future stand in front of us

like a row of little lit candles --

golden, warm, and lively little candles.

The days past remain behind us,

a mournful line of extinguished candles;

the ones nearest are still smoking,

cold candles, melted, and bent.

I do not want to look at them; their form saddens me,

and it saddens me to recall their first light.

I look ahead at my lit candles.

 

I do not want to turn back, lest I see and shudder

at how fast the dark line lengthens,

at how fast the extinguished candles multiply.

Poem by Constatine P. Cavafy

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Forgetful and frazzled

It's easy to get lost and be detoured in the maze of days, hours and minutes. I find my mind slipping and halting at unexpected spots of the road and as a consequence, not only my craft table has gotten lost underneath the pile of papers, glue, and glitter but I have not taken the time to pass on the Award so kindly bestowed upon me by my great friend, Quillfeather (aka Wendy) I do apologize! Quillfeather, (I love that name!) is an aspiring writer who dreams of being on "someone's shelf"  Her Blog is full of wit, fresh ideas, and hope.  Please visit her at http://quillfeather-blog.blogspot.com/

And so, to keep this beautiful Award move along the wondrous Blog World I hereby pass it on to my dear friend, Olive, free spirit, talented, unafraid to try new ventures and walk along new roads. I invite you to visit her at http://olivesparaphernalia.blogspot.com/ and be a part of her creative world.

Olive, this one's for you!

There, I can now go back to my musings, sit on my rickety chair and simply wait for the vines and weeds get stronger as Spring approaches...

Regrets

Dear Wasted Days, I’m sorry for not having taken the many opportunities you gave me to be happy, to enjoy the sun, to call a friend, to plant a flower.

Oh, Wasted Days, I’m sorry for not listening to your song, for closing my eyes to the light and my door to the soft, falling rain. I’m sorry for my haste, for not stopping to enjoy the beauty of the sunset.

Oh, Wasted Days, the parties I missed because I was too concerned thinking I looked fat, or because I didn’t have the right dress!

The trips I didn’t take, the foods I never tried, the books I did not read…

 

Regrets...

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Dream Keeper

Oh, Dream Keeper, look at me!

I stand here before you,

Can’t you see? It’s me!

My dreams have been yanked,

My hopes are all gone,

There’s blood on my back, and my wings are no more.

Oh, Dream Keeper, please look at me!

I stand here before you,

Can’t you see? It’s me!

My dreams have vanished,

My voice is lost,

There’s pain in my heart, and my love is gone.

Oh, Dream Keeper, can it be?

How could you not recognize me?!

I can’t bear it, please set me free!

Copyright 2010
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White Rabbit

One pill makes you larger

And one pill makes you small

And the ones that mother gives you

Don't do anything at all

Go ask Alice

When she's ten feet tall

And if you go chasing rabbits

And you know you're going to fall

Tell 'em a hookah smoking caterpillar

Has given you the call

Call Alice

When she was just small

When men on the chessboard

Get up and tell you where to go

And you've just had some kind of mushroom

And your mind is moving low

Go ask Alice

I think she'll know

When logic and proportion

Have fallen sloppy dead

And the White Knight is talking backwards

And the Red Queen's "off with her head!"

Remember what the dormouse said:

"Feed your head

Feed your head

Feed your head"

 
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Lyrics by Jefferson Airplane

Because

"Because I never really had you at all

I didn't think it would hurt this much to lose you..."

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Quote by unknown source

Just another day

Circles under my eyes,

Brittle eyelashes wet with tears,

Pale cheeks...bruised lips...vacant heart.

Replacements

Because she could not face work today Patricia sent Margaret instead. She watched Margaret get dressed, comb her hair, look for the car keys.  They rode in silence. There was nothing to say.

In Court, Patricia watched Margaret greet the client, approach the bench, talk to the Judge, make notes in the folder. During a break, they went to the Ladies Room together. Margaret tried to speak but Patricia panicked and covered her ears. "Don't!" she whispered. "Not now!" Margaret sighed and went out to resume the case.

It felt awkard riding back home. They were quiet but their thoughts crowded the car making the air stuffy and stale. Patricia rolled down the windows and when they arrived, they both had ice on their hair.

Next morning Patricia knew she could not face work and she tried to decide who could replace her... Margaret? Susan? Jane? No, she thought, today I'll send Valerie.