Poetry Thead

[sparticle]

Nothing now dare we take

against ache of the day

that starts in with a sigh

and ends up with a sigh



Here the leaves rustle by

like the dead on the wind

and the baskets of leaves

are just souls out of keeping



The rain wanders down

on the glass like confusion

it's all out of place

and I talk about leaving



As if anywhere's there

or the places I go

will fill some ancient void

that's been left in my keeping



There's a sometime with sun

and a faint little rainbow

above a small storm

that broke over our heads



And I know where it is

and i'm not going back there

but sometimes I dream

that i never have left



And the leaves

tumble by

like old souls in the wind

and I once heard him say

that I'd never return



and the rain trickles down

and the candle burned out

and the stars aren't there

and i wish he was here



but he's not

and they don't and it won't

and it isn't; you'll never, I didn't,

and nobody will

So many negatives never and never

and never again takes awhile to fill....



There's some hope in old comforts

the smell of damp hair

on a pillow I won't wash

because we were there



And the leaves swirl around

like the souls of the damned

and tonight's moon is hidden

and nothing was planned



I finish some coffee

that wasn't that good

and the leaves in the wind are

like things that I should



And I sleep because sometimes it's

something to do

and if sometimes I'm careful

the dreaming comes true



And the morning is silent

like leaves under snow

that eventually falls

and there's nowhere to go

except up from here

out of here

far and away from here

never come back to here

anywhere's better



But here's where I am

and wherever I go

and if that isn't fair

then it's still what we get

and I write and i tell him

forget me

and tear up the letter....

[Clytie]

his nights sleepless
unable to rest
watching the darkness linger on the edge
moving closer to her still form
and so the call
his voice a quiver
filled with emotion
yet the answer
a reassuring voice
lulls him to sleep
willing him to slumber
while only miles away
her body awakens
violent leaping
under the pressure of the paddles
to no avail
he was right
the darkness had consumed her

[tsunamimom]

If I could have my time over again,
so many things that I could say or do
Before I saw my life's span start to wane,
Address the what, wherefore, the why and who.
To start again knowing what I know now
And do things right the way I should have done;
Just what exactly would I change and how?
Alter the winding course my life has run?
But changing all my past affects the now;
My husband gone, my children somewhere else.
A whole new set of promises I'd vow
A different life, another story tells.

I'm glad I took this road, tho' it be long
For that which does not kill you makes you strong.

Jo McGee Feb 2002

[Clytie]

eyes void of vision
blurred in the midday
aimless staring
while the chaos rages round
turbuent waves of paranoia
crowd in closer and closer
yet the dead calm in her eyes
never wavers
blind

[sparticle]

possibility in yes

the possibility in your "yes"
is a beam of sun
that played across the faded drapes
and caught floating specks of grime
and turned them into sparkling stardust
in otherwise dullest wintertime

the possibility in your "yes"
is a few water molecules
that met bittercold air
and wove crystalline fractals
across a bubbled pane
the moonlight through them looks
intensely lovely,
a living thing captured in trembling bare branches.

the possibility in your "yes"
is the lacy veil of six-point snowstars
diamonds dazzling white
gathered in my dark hair
as if arranged to shine.

I could never purchase these,
so fine are they, and rare
and I am grateful for the gift
it may last but a moment
but ah, the moment for which it is there.