Monday, August 21, 2017

No Risk

Without commitment
sex becomes mechanistic, impersonal,
devoid of any real fulfillment
If you sleep in ten different beds
will you have a fuller,
more exciting life?
or will you count the foreign
countries you "know"
by the number of plush, plasticized
hotels you've slept in
never risking experiencing
the world as it is....

071977-02

Sunday, August 20, 2017

Bigger Void

Without commitment
sex becomes mechanistic, impersonal,
devoid of any real fulfillment
If you sleep in ten different beds
will you have a fuller,
more exciting life?
or will just build a bigger void
that you're incapable of filling?

071977-01

Saturday, August 19, 2017

Each Day

All that the ocean is... I am
moist with wetness
for you to enter
with changes from warmth to cool
for I am woman
I have been trampled upon
leaving footsteps in my life
to form what I have become
as the sand
has seen the footprints
of many travelers
many particles make up
the being of me
as the ocean is also filled
I am movement
and change
the sun sets upon me each day
all that the earth is, I am too
filled with hills and valleys
you have traveled many times
and deserts hot
with desertion
the rivers of my blood
flow through as the earth's do
greater and smaller channels
air fills me
and I breathe
as all earth's elements do
I have my storms
and my calms
at times the rains of tears flow
and other times
I am as in a fog
the scars I have earned
are the freeways
that blotch my life
having been traveled by others
who have only passed through
and I stretch out
upon my self
and the suns warms me
awake... each day

04291977

Friday, August 18, 2017

Knowing

If I, making my awkward way
among my cluttered thoughts some day,
the lost and ominous key should find
to the sealed chamber of my mind,
would I the secret room explore
and, knowing what I know, know more?

04011977

Thursday, August 17, 2017

Note to my readers

This book, when I am dead, will be
a little faint perfume of me,
people who knew me well will say,
"She really used to think that way."
I do not write it to survive
my mortal self, but, being alive
all full of curious thoughts today,
it pleases me, somehow, to say,
"this book when I am dead will be
a little faint perfume of me."

04011977

Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Beach Walk

I am not afraid of tomorrows
as I put no restrictions
on yesterday....
and I still love.... today
the tide rushes in
to meet my footsteps
and carries them off the sand
I walk in order
to retrace our yesterdays
but leaving the sand fresh
of where I am today
free for tomorrow's lovers
it's getting dark,
and misty,
and cold, and I am locked in
with the darkness
into the depths
of what once was
you are not here
with me now
but your warmth
and closeness
engulf me....
the waves are crashing in
closer and closer
I'm enrapt in its movement
all the beauty of its being
the vastness
the constant flowing....
you are away from me now
but only your presence
for you are always with me
in my heart....
since you died

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Tuesday, August 15, 2017

To give

I wonder if you've ever realized
how very much I care.... for you?
I want each day
to be one of happiness
for you....
with time for you to share
the burning sunset
two eyes meeting
across time
a smile... gentleness
as you softly caress
all your tomorrows
may you always care enough
to give what you have
as I did.... giving you
all the best I had
of me....

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