Love’s Lure

Clad in

designer togs

heady perfume

Smoldering

with allure

enflaming

Hooked

Don Juan

Hovered

fluttering

Crooning

swansong

swaggering

Fatal finale

Sensuous, slow

dance of death

at love’s altar

Immolating self

in complete surrender

Kindled, crumbles

Purified spirit

fire tested

takes wing

picture from internet 

Freedom

To speak thoughts

From time to time

 

To not bite back words

All the time 

 

Freedom to sleep at will

No more usual drill

 

Freedom to be just “me”

Inside out sans referee

 

A bit of tug of war, strife

To keep things humming, nice 

 

Free as a soaring kite on frail string

To keep things in proper perspective 

 

Freedom with responsibility

To own, eschew at will

 

Freedom sweet freedom

Tart, bitter sweet- if you will

The Bridge

Amidst accusing tears, fears,

Heartfelt hug, heart to heart,

Eyes to eyes, emotionally moistened

Breakthrough achieved, finally

 

                                  

Morals like ear- rings hugged the sun burnt neck

Sun kissed boats jostled playfully on love’s shore,

Nudging, moored firmly by love’s anchor once more

Riding highs and lows on waves of passion’s furor

Journey Forwards, Backwards

Tenderly carrying precious bundle
Carving memory keepsakes.

Reliving moments extracted
Out of own memory’s purse

Another tall loving chest
Cozy comfort of being held

Past present crisscross, a train
Arrives whistling, as one departs

Morning hours do a quick getaway
Afternoon hours purchase headway

Life zigzags forwards, backwards
Forward move leaving footprints backwards

Wolf At The Door

“Appetite, a universal wolf.”  -Shakespeare

Wolf At The Door

 

 To keep the wolf from door 

Dragged self daily out of door

Moist eyes, heavy heart, leaden feet

Led me away from you, my baby

 

 

Piteous cries filled snowy mornings

Drowning car radio bearing me away

Maternal love died many deaths

Withering flowering between hope, despair

 

 

Regrets, few, abiding grievance one

Precious time savoring you lost forever

Left you daily to keep wolf from door

Dragged self daily out of the door

 

 

Loss and price was too dear to bear

Eyes still well up for times not there

Maternal love did suffer a great blow

You and I are not close any more

note: for both working parents:)) 

 

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