Your inner perception,
I perceive,
Varies like the winds speed
In a desert,
In the wilderness,
In stormy snowy environment
You perceive
In the quietude of the distant
Depth of your mind,
A talent latent, unexplored,
You feel lured
But I’ m an adamant donkey,
Barking like a dog,
At the wrong floor

Yes you alone perceive the sense of admiration,
A view you alone do take,
But alas my fate is a drowning one,
A ship at bay, like the Titanic.

Wait, stop, and see it’s sunk…

"Nothing but window dressing for a soul.",
Buk says, dropping his pants for the crowd.

The crowd roars. Some sit with an embarrassed look
on their faces. Some
are poker-faced, showing no hands. Some look
like the already dead, turning away.

"You can't hide yourself in poems, you can't
buy yourself a hot-assed seat in the Promised Land.

You've got to see the elephant for what it is.

You've got to....."

ARCTIC LIGHT
Margaret Ann Waddicor 8th January 2012.

Arctic light
stark white
cut gems ice
flamed turquoise green
dragon universe
magical dream

tongued colour
sky
gold crowns
iridescent drapery
rivers of stars
frosted snowflakes
rainbow blue pink purple jade
drama
effects
dangerous space dance

But why is it that now,
More guys are moving on to epics?

Nothing else to do perhaps.
So many,won't read
But guys will continue to say,
Well done man,
nay woman
and
keep your spirits high …
So that Neopoet’s never die,
Nor say the obnoxious word, die,
Except dye
To say to you
Do it, to your balding
graying hair
Hope you do...

Cradled arms of my solitude
where heartfelt dreams cease to exist,
and the shadows run away from their own selves;

the brass ring becomes elusive
I can't even make a fist!
Plus, I worry just how deep a longing delves.

Pay no attention to my tears of late
let my sorrows wash away,
every trace of sadness staining my own cheeks;

I'd prefer not bring you sorrow
even for one single day
let alone how you'd feel after several weeks.

Part 1 ~ The Visitation

There's only so much life in entropy
though you and I walked the same distance,
tears too easily unspared, the heart
too willing to burn out like a star into
its own dark matter.

We are quiet in our disassembling, no shouting
with fists of grief, nothing is left to feed the
voice within, steadfast with our impressions in the
fallen snow we leave behind.

Night out nightmare

Dance with me you trollop
I paid for this great night out.
Don’t you know I’ll have my fun
you silly giggly Trout.

Unhand! me dear don’t you dare,
after all, I am the bloody man.
And if I’m acting annoyed or fearful,
It’s just, my night hasn’t gone to plan.

Simply, I thought we’d have dinner,
a bit of a dance and then, some sex.
It’s just my luck that I picked you,
and the muscles you’re preparing to flex.

"Take care of hands and teeth,
your arse and your two feet."
wise words a man of old
relayed to me one day.

I asked of eyes and ears
and also asked of strength.
He answered, "Nay, just those

DRAGON RIVER (in the little gorge (juvet) that goes through Flatdal)
11th June 2011. Margaret Ann Waddicor.

I can see this as the Dragon of the river charging down, 
shaking all its water off as it goes, and bellowing, 
snorting waterfalls at each descent, flowers 
growing in the rocks on the side, a kind of saxifrage-family flower, 
vibrating with excitement, they are something like virgins 
or wedding veils in name in Norwegian. 

Bare limbs bereft of leafy load
shiver in the winter breeze.
No sign of insect,snake or toad,
weak sun is nothing but a tease.

So I wait until the frost departs
then exit through the side porch door
get in my old truck and it starts!
Warmth slowly builds in heater core.

I leave my shotgun home today
and head to where the world is wild,
where oak and pine and birch limbs sway
hoping to add to memories filed.