POETRY

Some odds and ends Poetry for my next poetry book - Title pending.

Heart on fire

In a woman’s heart

In a woman’s heart

there are questions left unanswered

In a woman’s heart

there are answers not to be questioned.

In a woman’s heart

You will find a valuable treasure

In a woman’s heart

You will find a treasure worth valuing

In a woman’s heart

she cries for the love of her man

In a woman’s heart

the man she loves makes her cry

In a woman’s heart

she holds the memories of her life

In a woman’s heart

she holds a life worth remembering

In a woman’s heart

She knows the truth about love

In a woman’s heart

she knows her love isn’t always truthful.

In a woman’s heart

There is a burning fire

In a woman’s heart

Play with that fire and you’ll get burned.

In a woman’s heart

There is a whole lot of compassion, faith and strength

In a woman’s heart

compassion, strength and faith keep her whole

In a woman’s heart

she sees the beauty of her world

In a woman’s heart

Is where her world sees that she is beautiful.

A woman’s heart

Is a terrible thing to waste.

Child’s Play

Oh my child, what have you been up to?

You look like you’ve been playing at the zoo.

Is that peanut butter and jelly between your toes?

What is that black smudge on the tip of your nose?

Those streaks of sticky across your knees,

It appears you’ve been climbing trees.

Your fingers are coated in the juice of berries.

Have you been in the forest eating with fairies?

There is a drought, Was this mud hard to find?

A leaking hose and mud pies come to mind.

And all these grass stains decorating your shin,

Have you been playing with Huckleberry Fin?

If I put you in the tub, will the soap even respond?

My child, You could leave a ring in the pond!

Balance

Without it there is walking

to unknown destination

Until the ties that bind catch.

Knocking, banging, interruption

Without it there is overflow.

Messes unexpected.

Sobbing in soppy wetness.

Evasive in its flow.

Without it there is no cleansing.

Our protection from the elements soiled.

Leaving us to wondering,

How to get the balance back.

Before the next heavy load.

OUT PLEASE

In the darkness...

He lingers in the doorway

Silently watching.

a ghostly presence wrapped

in the hide of his ancestors.

Too heavy to be soundless.

His eyes penetrate the dark.

Desperate orbs of light.

Into my dreams.

I hide my head.

Why does he haunt only me?

I cannot deny my need to awaken

I mumble in disdain.

There are others in slumber.

Yet he chooses me.

Its my awareness

of not answering his call.

His nightly incontinence.

The consequence of denial-

falls on me.

With the dawn.

cleansing the stains

of the nights release.

Dont just reach for your dreams, make the extra effort to grab them and have the strength to hold on!