The other night, I let you down
and, I never even saw it coming;

the blues music, in the background strumming,
while you played the game.

The other day, you made it crystal clear, to me
how you were angry when we closed our eyes, that night,

and somehow, that doesn't seem quite right,
though I held you just the same;

I count my blessings, for the time I'm sharing with you;
every second, of every hour, of every day;

Too much feeling
I devised distractions.
To filter out the pain..

When you came home
The key in the lock
Made me hold my breath

I hit the dimmer switch
And you were gone,
But not for long.

So agressive , so strong
size imposing,
choking the life out of mum

Bubbles floating into the conscious sea
Whipped air-borne
Riding the currents of reality.

Leached from the mind of a healthy psyche
Effervescent
Loosing florescent fractures of memory.

Randomly expanding and bursting free
Abstract thought
Travelling toward the outer galaxy.

Flashing atoms of luminosity
Firing
Pulsating charges of electricity.

Relaying across the synaptic tree
Particles
Exciting cognitive imagery.

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.