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That room;
And the bathroom too,
She made them alien territory.
My petty sentiments kicked in,
And made me a slave to my roommate.
The scented atmosphere, stockings;
Frilly brassieres in plain sight,
And blouses bright as gardens—thrilling,
But foreign!
Lo, an invasive roommate.
Some mornings she would come
Out of the bathroom in a cloud of steam:
Hair in a towel— enchantingly beautiful :
A leg flashing from her bathrobe;
The roommate's pre-dating game.
Some nights she would stay in bed.
The seductive V beneath her throat aloof.
She thought it so peaceful to be with me.
She would leave my mind intertwisted;
The ideal roommate for me.
She would talk about her lover
In such excruciating detail,
But the whispery flute of her voice
Was so light it made everything
Around her seem heavy and harsh.
My jowls sagged as they listened to her.
I sat with her like those monoliths,
My squat boulders plumped upright.
I regretted every night I let her
Sleep on the bed next to mine.
The soft breaths of my sleeping beauty
Would leave me dreaming of dominion.
I would gaze at her face for a little while;
Longer everyday because
She was my roommate.
Once she went away for a night.
I left the lights off and just stood there;
I just breathed the alien air,the perfume.
Then I crept to her closet; I reached inside;
I hid a letter for her to find.
She read my letter and one night
She was scared of the dark.
She invited me over to her bed.
My hand rubbed against her velvet skin
And my little heart played rock 'n' roll.
I rubbed a slip of hers between my fingers It was so sheer it seemed to catch on
The ridges of my fingerprints.
That night I had my very first kiss
From my roommate.
I shall be dreaming of you all night,
like a tree dreams of rain in a desert's embrace.
A whole week,
where every dawn carries the echo of your laughter,
a fragile thread binding my soul to the morning star.
A whole year,
and the seasons will carry your name,
your voice etched in the veins of every leaf,
your absence filling the silence of every snowfall.
I shall certainly come here tomorrow,
just here, to this place,
where the earth holds the weight of our footsteps
and the wind knows the secret of our breaths.
Just at the same hour,
when the sun kneels low, painting the horizon
with the colors of longing and surrender.
And I shall be happy,
remembering today,
as though time has folded itself into a flower,
pressed gently between the pages of my heart.
For even in your absence,
you are the compass of my wandering,
the dream I carry into waking,
the shadow that leans against my solitude.
And I shall wait,
with the patience of a stone kissed by waves,
knowing you are the tide
that will one day return.
Verse 1
Stranger rode into town,
A stern look on his face,
Gave thought to his grim task,
Sworn duty on his mind and dismounted.
Verse 2
Examined his two six guns,
Moseyed to hotel bench,
At noon stood and with care,
Tied holster to his thigh and reflected.
Verse 3
In saloon spoke a name,
Outlaw threw down his drink,
Knew why stranger was there,
Each drew down, guns blazing, unabated.
Verse 4
Fight was o’er in a blink,
Outlaw dead on the floor,
Stranger left the saloon,
Went over to his horse and remounted.
Verse 5
Rode from town at full trot,
Same way that he came in,
Town knew why he had come,
His tin badge told the truth, deputized.
The scorching heat plummet upon the smoldering ground
Sucking chlorophyll from dehydrated plants
Chasing the birds from their monstrous nest
Scattering striking hot rays upon shaky rooves.
Luscious green grass that once stood tall
Lay flat and charred from the torching heat.
Amidst the fury of the day I seek refuge
In a solitary way pleading to the sun to go away.
I walked out in middle of the neighborhood street
And gazed at the blazing sky thundering beneath me
I eyeballed the sunlit sky with my naked eyes
And swirled a cord in a circular motion.
Black cloud suddenly rolled through the fiery sky
And birds catapulting like mad men all around
For one moment I thought the rain would soaked the ground.
I stopped swirling and suddenly the sun escaped from under the clouds
Spewing hot vengeance from the flaming sky.
My body could not endure it and my mind could not stand it
So I walked away and resort to the bushes not far away.
The traffic was flowing the wind was blowing and I could
Feel a sudden calm glowing over me as I lie quietly behind the shadowy trees.
I slowly transcend in the cricket world drowning
out the noise in this pretentious world.
I lie on my bare back and glared at the clear blue sky
Over shadowed by trees standing tall over me
Chirping sounds, crackling sounds, echoing
musical instruments ignited by the crickets sound.
Drums, guitar, flute, piano and trumpet
Sounded the alarm beyond the valley.
Many species of crickets cascading in the bushes
obediently surrendering to Mozart symphony.
I felt a sudden peace propelled over me
connecting me to another world.
Mesmerized by its eternal grace,
the universe is indeed a sacred place.
The sun searched until it found me, forcing its way through
the trees and penetrating my face with its strong light.
It rests upon me for a while until it slowly fades away
Bright orange rays casting long shadows through the bushes
I stayed in tuned with the cricket world comforting my tired soul.
©2015 Christine Phillips
Joy of music
Has brought me here,
Shining lights aglow,
In fancy attire.
A man in a tie,
A lady in a dress,
Beautiful tunes,
Songs that I know—
Heavenly voices,
Sent from above.
My daughter is near;
I feel her joy too,
And wish for her sister
To be here as well.
As Andrea sings,
The hall fills with light,
Angels are harmonizing,
Enchanting the night.
I feel each note flow,
Washing my worries away,
His voice strong and gentle—
Feels like a warm hug.
I think of my dad,
Who wishes he were here,
I carry him with me,
His love for these melodies,
The ones I grew to love—
A twinkle in my eye.
I’ve brought him the program,
And gifts from the night,
Memories to share,
In music's warm light.
They fill my heart,
They fill my soul,
Touching us gently,
Making us whole,
Shining like stars.
The audience sways,
Heaven feels near!
Bliss is created,
Wonder is shining,
Eager for more!
With each soaring refrain,
I’m lost in the bliss,
Thinking of my father—
A moment I won’t miss.
I parked my car beside the bay
The sign said please don't feed the seagulls
I enjoyed the view for a minute or two
when a large and older seagull walked, not flew,
but slowly, purposefully ambled up then stood there waiting by my window.
He patiently lingered as his white and gray feathers were ruffled and fingered
by the gusting chill wind
He looked up then away, never making eye contact,
obviously hoping for a morsel.
This expectation was indication
that the notice had been resisted,
and there had been some who had thrown a crumb
to feed the begging birds
I stayed warm in the car while the wind blew cold, and my feathery friend persisted.
I had no scrap to give him as I seldom eat in my vehicle
Had I something, would I have shared, considering the sign?
I don't know
perhaps,
but I don't know
I know that in standing and waiting, he was thus communicating,
so it's safe to say that in a way
a seagull talked to me today.
As an adult, I have come to the full realization that I have never, and will never, understand this world. And so I have never fully lived in this world. I have mostly lived in the expansive realities of my mind; dissociated, dissconnected, day dreaming... dreaming. Maybe I have always, in a way, longed to not live in this existence? Some may call that a death wish, but maybe for me it's a life wish? Maybe I tire of humanity. The things that make me feel alive are things that too dance with Death. -Such a finite word here, for describing a truly infinate experience- If I was meant to die, I have had several chances for it to happen and it persists not to. I must not have fulfulled my purpose here. I need to learn to live among this world and appreciate my humanity again for the things that bring me joy beyond the the ilicit substances that would see me on a fast-track home, wherever that home may be. What is a human experience without those substances though? I guess I will find out, and may I slow down enough to enjoy life too.
"Nothing to Fear"
"We never know when death will come,
so I cast my worries aside.
When I first heard the news,
my heart went numb,
and then the diagnosis I denied.
Finally acceptance came as I cried.
Sands are pouring through the hourglass,
but faith now saves me from fear.
The beauty of heaven waits and I have a pass.
At God’s plan, I will not sneer
as I prepare to approach a blessed frontier."
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2012
This poem of Carolyn Devonshire exposes her faith, exclaims her trust in God, and expresses her perspective of death --- that it is not to be feared. I am personally blessed by this muse since it exhorts me to view death in a biblical way. According to 2Corinthians 5:8, “We are confident, I say, and willing rather to be absent from the body, and to be present with the Lord.” Likewise, this reverberates her comments to my poems, which I treasure as a Christian writer in being “vocal” about my spiritual beliefs.
August 26, 2021
Contest Name: Celebrating Carolyn's Poetry: An Uncontest
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
You took off for Christmas and New Years Eve, and you came back high and chirpy with a rosy face looking like daisy blended with charming lips and an attitude that could pull me off the cliff. I saw you sitting there, acting as if you don’t care, you are so obsessed with the show and I have no other place to go but to sit and watch you and try to get a sensible clue from you. But the hours slip by quickly and the show ended in a jiffy leaving me high and dry with a new ambition waving in the sky.
Suddenly everything around me become obsolete but hopes catapult me to my feet, there was nothing to hold to and a sudden emptiness that I have been fighting for weeks captivate my body. I took a walk up the street hoping to find someone to lay it on, but no one was there, but the cars driving along the street they were just few but they appears to be many.
I walked into the grocery store and stood behind the door so as not to distract the customers, the shopkeeper saw me and wave to me. She forced a smile and went around the back and left me standing there looking in despair as the harshness of life has taken its tolls in the environment and everyone was paying the price.
I felt the tears springing up in my eye and suddenly I started to cry. I tried desperately to hold back the tears so as not to embarrass myself on the spot and so I suppressed the emotion. My body took on a different figure and I could feel all my joints getting stiff and so I clenched my fist and stood silently behind the door and I could hear my own heart beat racing towards the shore and my body moving to an unfamiliar rhythm. The customers come and go staring at me with budging eyes, some had no purpose there they only wanted to look at me.
I kept squeezing the tears inside hoping someone could understand how I feel and touch the pain in me. But my spirit kept draining and my heart continue to ache. I bid the shopkeeper goodbye and venture out the door stumbling on the brumby side walk until I was able to hold my grounds. I walked slowly along the path and each step that I take I could hear your voice shaking and telling me to go. I like watching the show because that’s the only time I can be with you. My hands are stiff my heart is pounding and my soul is waiting for you. Just one more day and I will board the plane and go away from this wretched place.
the foreplay and afterglow
isforgotten in the show
of virility and might
so she cries into the night
She's uncherished and unsought
All his tenderness forgot
In the rush of passion's need
Fantasies remain....unfreed
She remembers yesteryear
When he clasped her, held her dear
Now she's just a bedded form
Lost in her desire's storm
With a sigh her closes eyes
dreams her dreams of paradise
where her love she celebrates
and her wants she consummates
Where she smiles in wanton bliss
as she's bathed in lover's kiss
in a place where fertile mind
intercourse with body finds
where foreplay and afterglow
build up to climactic show
and love pounds with wondrous might
leaving joyous tears in sight
Eileen
This is the case for many in long term relationships. Relationships should be nurtured for the flame to burn bright.