You try to move, something grabs your hair:
You look-about everywhere,
Try to reason and to see
Thinking,''What's that, that's pulling at me?''...
Then out of excruciating pain, a certain tear-drop
falls--
You try to wipe it, when another crawls
Down, along the crevices in your eye:
You give up this struggle, with a sigh--
Try coming to terms with a pretence truth--
The feelings eat at your brain;
You lay low and sigh again,
''Where are the ones that loved me in soothe,
Who'd stand by me in thin and thick...'',
And decide you are sick...
More memories and emotions swell:
Still in a trance and still unwell,
You decide that no one cares;
But choked with a heavy heart, you try to find
Your Power of Will--a longing for some place new,
As more emotions spill and spew:
Burden'd by the piled-up past,
You try to wake and rise-up fast--
Battle invigorating pain,
Get back on your feet again--
That's when you stop feeling blue
When such a Loneliness eats at you...
PATIENTLY
there is unfinished business in my dreams
there is much longing without sleep
i'm always late
but still you wait
there is unfinished business in my dreams
and this is the ecstasy of a poem unwritten
O Great expanse of open road,
You seem to stretch to join the sky,
And in this union of two souls,
There too mine own does lie
Though snow falls hard and winds blow cold;
Though winter cracks your skin of stone,
I feel a longing still to tread
Your winding path without an end
Though countless are the hearts that trek
Across your weave of white and black,
The strangest kinship I can feel
When walking or behind the wheel
What tales of hardship could you tell?
What joys and sorrows in you dwell?
If you could speak as plain as I,
I wonder if you’d laugh or cry
Yet silence aids you in your task,
As you move voiceless souls to speak –
To sing their odes for open roads
In quiet ecstasy.
Kristine
Mother, Daughter, Dreamer, Friend
Sister of Douglas, Karen and Kate
Lover of Sleep, Trees and JJ
Who feels Fear, Longing and Bliss
Who fears Death, A broken heart and anger
Who would like to see JJ, England and the ocean
Resident of Anywhere, New Jersey
Mary
the moon lays buried
where solitude expands
I'm gazing at lit billboards
and the broken lines on this blacktop
that lead away from the past
I'm longing for the morning
to rise upon the hills
I can't get the speed I need
but I'm still shifting gears
I'm watching for the sunrise
and blue sky days ahead
I sink with the darkness
I rise with each new sun
knowing when this day is over
the pivotal point is within reach
what grows smaller behind
is all that I leave
draw the line, make it deep
separate the fiction from the facts
divide the longing and the yearning
from your heart's desire
draw the line, make it clearer
let the sun dissipate the fog
watch the shroud fall to your feet
or forever hide in shadow
as love passes you by
The hard fact about living
is how easily we place little value
to those precious, little moments
making up fragments of our lives,
nonchalantly dismissing them...
only to look back much later
with foolish longing and regret
long after they are gone.
Too late!
He stares at the sky
Longing to be part of it...
Tears run down his cheek.
Copyright McCuen 2009