Driving slowly through a predawn void
road's center line all that I can see
all senses are fully employed
to not crash into an unseen tree

Come daylight I am at my goal
as the fog begins to swirl
like water on a rocky shoal
I watch each tiny droplet twirl

It's still impossible to focus
eyes strain to ferret out detail
of objects in my present locus
along a barely seen game trail

Missing me sweetheart?
I know this brought on a smile
keep it on for me

touch me where I burn
your pang
a key in the black latch
the long hair
soft
like snow descending
in its fall

this burial love
that churns
beneath the winters
hush

let me heal these
visions with hands
reading you where
they touch

CROSS ROADS / IS THIS THE TIME?

Choices stare me in the face
And I’m too young to choose
Different roads to win the race
And such a lot to lose…

We’re all looking for the answers
We’re all trying to find our way
And though my mind is set on leaving
My heart still wants to stay…

So…
Is this the time I’ve waited for?
Can this be all, or is there more?
Is this the time, must I
Pass through that door?
Is this the time I’ve waited for…

Poetic showers,
Song, blanket
Pulling, breathless breathing,
pushing
Heaving
This is a cute and maiden
Pornographic measure of ecstasy
They have permitted
As it scores in dignified decency
The gradual lust
Slowly rises the masculinity,
As orgasms
He her first
The feminity
Laps all juices of joy
A flower full of petals strewn
For the bee or boy
To sexily enjoy

wake to drizzle of light
a cold new year
suffused in mists
in distant thought

for all that I want
it melted like snow
on the blank dark face
of street
and joined the other
voices in the stream
singing to the lake

I saw the last year ghosts
mingling amongst tree hosts
gleaming on the limbs

how I loved this cool pause
these pools of puddles
alive in this thaw
thus begins anew
the awe

"I AM AN OPEN BOOK"
Margaret Ann Waddicor December 29th 2010.

I am an open book,
and yet behind the page,
between the lines
resides,
a deeper Ann.

And deeper still,
in pools so black and hard to see,
reflect there wisdom,
understood,
of all that interests me.

The cache of senses precious,
not hidden by the will,
stir in their nest so coveted,
when new ideas fill
their liquid rippled rings.

And make new bright connections,
that make her heart just sing.

January Winds

Cool and clear December nights
And cold January winds.
December cheer and Christmas lights,
Now the New Year begins.

Sitting alone with no-one around,
Thinking 'bout times that's been
Makes your spirit feel so down,
Frozen by January's wind.

Wondering what the New Year brings,
Sitting in my easy chair.
With thoughts of love and other things,
Floating on the frosty air.

HELLO ...Good Morning to the WHOLE World OF NEOPOETS

This is a new Morn

The sun is up as usual,

We bow to thee

Oh Sun Lord

Without thy blessings

There can be none at all.

Thy kingdom comes,

As a man made

Integration of time,

As tis a continuous stream

We slice it into pieces,

As we need a remembrance,

Which you don’t need

Its eons passed

Millions upon millions

Aeons of aeons,
gone by

How eras do fly.

But upon stronger shoulders

Righteous anger
Fully justified
Flames the heart deep inside.

Frustration burns
Eclipsing hours
Raining scolding showers.

Insanity
Blisters restless strife
Jilting the joy of life.

Sleepless despair
Seething aggression
Tossing cruel depression.

Penetrating
Assailing sweet dreams
Flaring internal screams.

Assaulting me
With explosive force
Scorching without remorse.

I forgive you
And let you walk free
Not for you but for me.