The ice was etched in perfect form,
Snow drifting like a gossamer gown.
Sky carved from an ebony block so true,
Scattered with diamonds, making black, blue.

A hand held gently within the visions glow.
No matter that it was Ice and snow.
A love kindled, that has always been
Your warmth perfected this scene.

The only thing that random love could do
Was to create perfection for us two
To look in wonder we were lost in time.
With greener grass, just yours and mine

DESIRE

poured into limbre boredom
slippery as clever fox freedom
flip with a careful fingers
the tease of long fresh hair

excaped the drama of a home
not quite a house
the perplexity of a dream
seeped into an urge

the hunting prowl
in the hallowed hall of a mall
t-shirts and books
and hungry looks

winter in its rule
cold pressed and drawn
the new uniform of
revelation and cover
rouge cheeks by north winds
fresh eyes by excitements
challenge

A Parish’s Poorest Tale.. A.P.P.T..

As we gather in the slight chill of night,
to celebrate Christmas in our small town.
Forget the poor people and their plight,
it wasn’t only you or I, who let them down.

God’s churches are selective, he loves you wealthy,
christ’s poor are a different animal don’t you know
Pray ignore their sad tale, they’re perfectly healthy,
without our roof they’d be starving under the snow.

I dreamed of being a good wife
wanted no more than four kids
two girls, two boys in my teenage years.

My life began just as planned
I had two girls, two boys
and a husband by age 30.

After 20 years of sacrificing self
I feel alone and useless
they don't appreciate the sacrifices I've made
or remember them
it's like it never happened.

It's time to say goodbye
it's time to reinvent myself
my life here is done.

IMMORTALITY

Waters icy cold
pure and new
bubbling white and blue
melting mountain snow
into rivers flow
to live again its Spring.
like a soul waking from
Winter's sleep....

What I fear most is
my fomo,
and it often drives me mad,
if I live just long enough
to end up grumpy, old and sad,

sad, alone
for who loves complaints
made for breakfast,
of my fomo turned to romo
and my tears
unimagined?

Age

Anger drives my thoughts
yet there inside is a peace.
Age has done this to me
It took reason away today

I became frustrated and angry
I couldn’t run for the bus
I will never ski the slopes
or score a goal at football

Time was cruel to my ways
it took decisions away from me
Trapped me here no longer free
and now some laugh at me

What a change from before
I would show them the door
as a whim took my mind
now they just kick my behind

dairy cream
overturned
gurgles out its viscosity
drizzles in a drip by
drop

the cold refrigerator flow
and pools in a placid
glop
sticky footprints
cherry cola pop

illuminata tube glow
the hunger of the eyes
with their blaze
the passion depths
the shiny glaze row
of items fading in the
dark

tiles like chess
black and white
mark the movements
heel to toe

summer brown
and skinned knees
the cool balcony overlooking
valleys of trees

It's been years since we met,
at the cross roads of time
when I was in haste to find
a gold mine
as one as I found in you
to make mine

Times rolled by
the dawns added on,
now I have become bald,
you still smile at me,
could I have a young one ever been,

I make mistakes
I see things through distorted lens
my views are imperfect.

share your views with love
leave disrespect at the door.

I've dead bolted the door to my heart
you've been disallowed entrance at will.