HLF

we expect from our lovers

what we won't accept from friends.

we ask from our friends 

what we wouldn't ask of our lovers.

we don't treat our lovers as friends

what are lovers for?

what we would forgive in friends

we betray with lovers.

all in or out in the rain

too little too much

and we cause each other pain.

rough draft 1

wind whistles through spaces in rib cages
making bones sing like reeds on a salty marsh
in late november.
i stand in the moonlight, bathing
my skin in glow -
and the frogs calling for me
peet peet
we are here Now!
remind me that i am
solo sky warrior healing woman
sister stern mother
cold and brilliant
those who would dare to reach
dare to hope
dare to dream of being Man enough
to travel to the moon
to embrace her as an equal constellation
in her space.
those who braved the cold
and turbulent times from there to Here
would know her face to be warm
and the shape of her elbows perfectly suited
and waiting.

seeds

sunshine kissed hands and faces
stare at moons waxing and
this kind of magic grows
in starried measured
alone
come what will
I will hold this magic
these moments in my fist
like seeds held gently,
hardly touching healing roots
dig deep and feel my waters
Source ways back to roots
to create new flowers
from seeds scattered
in the hand of my heart

Heron

he walked towards me

into deeper water

wading, watching

i standing still

as he stands tall

self aware

i rise from the sea

to greet him.

silly little cigarette poem

you're as bad as this cigarette

each step with every breath,

carried to my chosen death..

tastes of ashes on my tongue

add harshness to the songs i've sung

when did i pick you up

when had this habit begun

when will i put you down,

it's hard to quit with only One..

rought draft 1, moonwalker

my mind has been out of sorts of late
old mirror images of Self have been tremulously lurking
in shadows where they shouldn't be.
i am thinking of you on moonlit nights
of phases and phrases of late
nights of whispers and owl eyes
blinking sheepishly into others Darkness
it seems so alien from our own suffering
and we suffer alone.
Alone we deal with so much
so many burdens now we shoulder over and over
and over sidewalks and down the steps
clippity clump our Souls thump with the cluttered baggage
strewn over these scapulas and skin
which we are in Alone.
Until our loneliness calls for another
and we yearn to touch skin and feel alive
and whole and whole lifetimes go by
without the touch of a single common hand.
how bland is a safe life
but what is safe?
We trust no one with our burdens and those we dare trust
we throw our burdens upon them as if
they are not already weighted down
and betrayed again by our own needs
we slog down the road to the end of our lives
passing strangers we should call friends
passing family we treat as friends
passing friends we do not call family
waving and smiling
we trot onwards, upwards we fool ourselves
into thinking thinking too much
will make us sadder
but if we could remember to feel
and think in the same footstep
and shake off our guilts and hope, fetters
which keep us from sharing glimpses of moonlit Soul
on starry night -
why we could walk hand in hand
and touch and talk
and share the bags
lighten the load without unloading
forget the burdens
dance in the street
sing on the path
love every moment and each individual
like we want to be loved and love
this place where we've all been put
for who knows what reasons except
the clippity clump
clump clump clump of our Souls
as they dance
out of step
in rhythm
to the mutual beating
of our loving pumps.

untitled secret poem

no no no no no
you don't want me
deep down
i am
so
Ugly.

communication breakdown (another one fails).

communication turned down
low
a fall out?
                    yes.
Unexpected?
no.