And, so, we begin...

Siblings Playful Dressup Park Concept

A Knight in Shining Armor

On the playground she is swinging
up higher than the rest.
The boys run and jump, they want to know
who is the very best.

The music of their voices echo
down the green and flowing lawn,
the sound of laughter ringing
on this bright and sunny morn.

A small boy offers his balloon
to the little girl with dimples.
He comments on her hula-hoop,
she answers him with giggles.

The ice cream man comes strolling by
with treats in shiny wrappers.
The Mom’s and Pop’s surprise the tot’s
who’ve finished with their crackers.

A day like this will surely be
the best that nature offers.
The memories shan’t fade away
they’ll hold in time with fondness.

The little girl stands on the slide,
a princess in her castle.
The little boy hunts through the sand
for a dragon he can wrestle.

A puppy bounding on a leash
barks merrily away.
All are happy as can be
on such a glorious day.

The boy fights an evil wizard
and condemns him to the Tower.
The little girl applauds his feat,
her knight in shining armor.

Closeup of reminder paper note on fridge door

Refrigerator Magnet Poetry

Life is about contrasts
not just black and white
but the subtle shades of grey,
the colors of the rainbow,
the glow of the sunset.
Pleasure and Pain
Power and Submission
Love and Hate
Give and Take
Life and Death.

His heart is dead
I am the experiment
The instrument of sex on a raw canvas
I hear him scream here in my black art
My pain feels her death too.

I see the starry sky
flowing like the tide
night ebbs with day
moon leaves as sun rises
life always an eternal cycle

Live – Imagine – Investigate – See

a fiery rhythm like
an electric blue harmony
glorious passion & grace
a masterpiece of life
letting you create
like an angel knowing
free & wild joy

I observe the sculpture

rigid

my monument must

dazzle

Sad man on the abandoned bridge

Shadow’s On The Wall

I see the shadow of his pain
Cast an image on the wall.
The sun moves past the window
Ever changing with the Fall.

Storms ache within me
In a dark and hollow core.
A laughing ghost before me
Haunts the quiet road a fore.

How to clear the cobwebs?
How to shine the light?
How to keep the heartbreak
From the dreams of Winter’s night?

I stand in silence aching
Gazing towards this man.
My heart beats a steady rhythm
As I’m reaching for his hand.

Garden Path

Lost and Find

She wanders alone and lost. The rage gone from her.
The pain a memory leaving in it’s wake a nothingness.

She is exhausted and hurting at the core. Her hands and knees bloody from the struggle. She should have known well enough that passivity would cause less pain, less sorrow.

Why must she always fight so hard? Why instead can she not acquiesce, accept, accede.
She aches, cold and lonely.

She struggles to find her way, struggles with the want to simply sit
and let the nothingness carry her away.

Her stubborn will pushes her on, forward to find the light, find the warmth,
find the love, find her way home.

Reflection of broken mirror

Puzzle Life

One moment of joy
One moment of bliss
One perfect caress
One true kiss

My life before me
Like a broken mirror

If only I could patch the glass
And find my destiny

A glimmer here
A sigh over there
One brief sense of safety

Fingers bleeding
The puzzle fits together again

Little green hummingbird

Have I ever cried like this before?

All those dress rehearsals to find that Love can be so pure. It breathes a life of it’s own within me. I want to stop it, to make it understand there is no place for it to go but the heart of it keeps beating.

I cannot regret this hurt because I love, and even this horrible hurt is more than I would have if he had not come into my life. I am all but delirious in my need to feel him beside me again, just once more, to sit side by side and feel the tug of what could have been. I would not trade a moment of this terrible hurt if it meant that I would have to give back the moments I cherish.

To find such total joy and have it taken after one small glance is a bitter thing. Yet now I truly understand that it is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.

We are helpless creatures, we cannot choose who or when we love. But we should rejoice that we are allowed these beautiful feelings, even if they are fleeting. What would life be without the contrasts of love and loss.