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marginalized
again
just a widow
whose family is grown
no longer a central figure
overlooked
forgotten
until something
is expected from me
then parameters shift
I am needed, anticipated
counted on for help
until that window in time
passes
then
marginalized
once more
prioritized
off the grid
of life
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is it any wonder
I gravitate
to the one who supports me
appreciates me
listens
with his heart
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in the desolate
solitary hours
when fear trickles down my spine
time is my jailor
closing me behind its doors
isolating my heartbeats
distant from yours
drips following a storm
ping a pattern of rubies
upon my flesh
heat carved runes
tell of lovers set aside
long ago
riddles on the wind
answers unfound
my present twists
into a knotted conflagration
higher
hotter than before
voices from the past rise
and resonate:
‘your heart-pain
bleeds from your words
that love is the umbrella
under which these wounds fester
is that much worse
untangle your heart-threads
from their prison bars
the landscape of your life
must evolve
immerse yourself
and know freedom’
my quest begins now
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seeking elusive violets
in shadowy patches
beneath jacaranda trees
a window of sunlight fell upon you
desiring your favor
despite rapidly descending sky mists
our eyes connected momentarily
my caramel riveted to your mountain pine
misted veil dropping quickly
my carnal plans subverted
by humidity’s mood
rendering song
unto that which moves air
eddies, curls and swirls
soon swept the fog like curtain afar
gathering buttercream yellow anemones
coupled with heather thick ferns and leaves
a bouquet of forest wealth gathered for you
requesting you spend the season’s breath
with me
we summered and beyond
a petite blushing hand held mine
swimming lost in your windswept sea
blood in my veins surged
at a savory full smile
chest leaping when your lips
formed the name I carry
meadow green vision sipping of my affections
greedy for every pearl of my wine
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my eyes see you
…my heart does not
intellect and memory
say you are someone I love
grappling for my feelings
empty hands baldly stare back at me
scraps of myself
scattered to the wind
crows pluck and carry pieces away
disassembling me
depersonalization or derealization
I wander between two deserts
how did I land here
…will someone please tell me
which way to the exit
silence answers with clean white pages
in rising numbness
I am lost
an ocean washes through me
forceful waves steal my essence
leaving only skeletal ribs
where once stood a person
now a vacuous riddle
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softly worn dome of denim blue
cozy and comfortable in the sun's wake
should I grasp a corner, gently tugging,
and wrap myself in it, my supple cape?
or, upon leaving it celestially high
shall I ask of faerie folk and angels nigh
aid in pushing moisture laden clouds dark
over my garden so that when they cry
‘tis my flowers that will sing for joy
pelted by fresh tears from night's sky?
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chronic insomnia cripples
its bubble of distortions guts my day
deprived of sleep
the ordinary appears horribly difficult
the extraordinary
becomes impossible
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under a delightful moon
air silvermist due to drizzling rain
a pale patina rode wavetops
of the mystic sea
creamy waters washed across my feet
depositing opaline conchs, whelk egg cases
and bits of purple fan coral
oceanic generosity
fueled my thankfulness
as the horizon's apricot blush
announced sunrise
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children of an emerald isle
inhabiting a pause
in brutish wars
dulcet notes
of tenderest voices
raining as leaves
from autumn's branches
rivulets of caramel warmth
energizing oft rejected
lovers' embraces
as he loosens her plaits
of cinnamon and wildfire
she raises piquant lips
to his nakedly innocent
adoration
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my lips brush your fingertips
long after your departure
your place next to me
awaits my embrace
as I bask in your aura
scooting closer to make contact
startling a blackbird at the window
tracing you onto a foggy pane of glass
I submerge myself in your image
placing a kiss on your pert nose
breathing your warm, sensual gardenia scent
laced throughout your ivory damask sweater
cradled in my arm as if a newborn
the dark bird, steward of my recollections, returns
?memories surge, spreading emotive warmth
from my core outward
I tighten my hold on your garment, pressing
my cheek against the creamy soft fibers
snuggling with your fragrance infused shadow
wanting you to brush away wet trails on my cheeks
tomorrow unveils a new day
its skin bursting with possibilities
such as the blackbird returning
?beak filled with nesting materials
hope arrives with the dawn
even as gloom flees my arms
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cast me your leftovers
I'll make daffodils
of them
lend me your broken bits
I'll weave them into
something whole and striking
confide your loneliness
we'll race with wild horses
then waltz in moonlight
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