Saturday, July 28, 2007

Threnody



Seeds,
like unborn children
lay unplanted
in their colorful envelopes
waiting for another spring
when they may find rich earth
and soft rain to make them grow.
Birds sit with heads cocked,
staring at empty feeders
while butterflies flit away
in search of sweeter fields.

There... where the life-giving sun
sends it's brightest rays
rests a newly planted lilac tree -
a living epitaph for a life lost
out of season.


Tea has gone cold.
Shaky hands barely hanging on
to the chipped teacup,
the gardener looks out the window
and quietly, weeps.
Summer has passed the garden by.

His Eyes Look Away

He hesitates over his words
as if convinced his fears will escape
and show the world
how scared he is of dying.
Summer days are all he has left.
He knows
his weakened heart will not last
the coming winter and so he saves
his energy for the hours when visitors come
gaily through the door
bringing baskets of flowers
and balloons that fly to the ceiling -
caught between places
like the escaped dreams
he must learn, finally
to let go.





Wednesday, July 18, 2007

CUANDO

When was the last time
you thought of wooing me,
beguiling me
with tenderness
seeking me with half-lidded eyes?

When was the last time
you held me close
inhaling,
breathing my essence -
wet rain, patchouli and green tea?

When was the last time
your fingers trailed down

down

my neck

feeling my pulse
throbbing,
racing

When was the last time your wet lips
kissed me,
there...

and yes... there.

touching me!

touching me.