Memories

My memories of the past
Keep coming back to me.
Some of them I thought were dead,
Why can't they let me be?
Did I treat you like shit?
Or was it all you?
I just can't remember
What all we went through.
I don't feel like I did you wrong.
You probably think the same.
So why do I get the chills
Everytime I hear your name?
Is there a way to get past this point?
Is there a way to be friends?
I just don't know. What do we do?
Where does this insanity end???

Dreaming of Spring

Today I saw a gopher
        he flipped his tail
        and winked at me.

Today I saw spring,
       the wind smiled
       and the sun laughed.

Today I saw the puddles of melted snow.

Today I saw the trees start to bud and grow.

Today I heard the birds
        chattering about the new feeder
        and the weather.

Today I saw the first flower.
        It peaked it's face through the snow...

Today I saw Spring.

            ~ March 1999

Clouds in the Sunrise

opaque
as they wash up on the sky's shore.
dream-like pink-
silver linings shine through

Untitled - December 15, 2006

in bed
can't sleep
clock ticks
outside the
storm blows
wind
can't sleep
tic
tic

It's So Quiet And Everything's So Nice - April 1997

A robin beats it's wins fiercely
        and my dog looks up.
Curious; startled and awakened from her nap.
The windmill in the yard,
        up on that hill over there
turns with the light breeze.
A meadowlark calls out it's song
as the clouds move overhead.
The breeze quickens,
fallen leaves begin to rustle,
        playing their own game of tag in the grass.
Way in the distance, cows holler.
Thunder rolls above me
and the robin speaks it's mind.
        Although these things I cannot understand,
I sit and watch....

        as it begins to rain...

Fade...

originally posted here

Sitting here thinking of you,
Reminiscing what we went through.
Wondering if you'd ever forget,
Where and when we first met.
You were like my other half,
Never hesitating to make me laugh.
It's amazing how our friendship would grow,
Meeting people that I didn't know.
Whatever happened, you were always kind.
I always wonder "do I ever cross you mind?"
I always think that people won't remember me,
Like I was just some old memory.
Now I'm standing back, trying to hide in the shade
Please don't let the memory of me fade...

Poetry on 8th Street

originally posted here

Lover: I created you

but you created me

hand in hand we stand

gazing down this broken highway

bare naked as babes

together in innocence

together in sin

arms outstretched, we travel

soaking in the sun

striding boldly into our vibrant future

away from the bleak days of solitude

Not knowing what lies ahead

leaving the past behind

-laura

Ode to My Feet

For Paige Stanton
originally posted here


They are the platform of my life;
they lead me forward
they cause me to dance
they run when they need to
but walk when they can.
Perhaps they are unloved and shy
embarassed by blemishes
unsure of the Red Wine
Safely tucked away in warm sleeping bag socks
They wish for Sun, but do not dare.
neglected and weather worn
they have braved the cold winter

my feet

confined in a shoe
they long to be painted bright
waiting for summer

massaged by soft hands
painted pink with profession
this is heavenly

strapped in a sandal
they begin to grow a stench
longing for a bath

pounding the pavement
rhythmic in repetition
blisters are forming

stuffed in 3" heels
they cry out in agony
where are my slippers?

slouching in slippers
they warm quickly in thick terry
finally they rest

untitled

when you spoke those words to me
my heart stopped
nausea at my throat
my eyes stung with tears

betrayal......

.....selfish betrayal

silence

as thick as smoke
smothers me


all at once
my heart is pounding in my chest
my lungs are filled with air
my head is screaming
my throat is dry
my eyes...

my eyes are open

and for good or bad

here we are

standing on the edge of
decision

so

we must


make a choice

Scarlet Black

Scarlet Black
are the colours of my heart,
Two shades that will never part.

Two halves as one,
but the further I go
the Darker half seems to grow.

Will the brighter part move to match?
Grow to cover all the pain
and bring me back to Light again.

The classic coup between good and evil.
Will the sterling rise or fall
as the Darkness come to call?

I find no solace anywhere.
How can I know which way to go
when my heart pulls me to and fro?

Will this torment go on forever?
Is there an accord the two can reach
or from shining Light will I move to breach?

This is a battle of immense power,
One that I fear has no end.
Oh, I must believe my heart can mend.