Supposition

I’d like to think that next time would be different
And in the end it wouldn’t be the same
I’d like to think maybe I’d learned my lesson
And I’d find someone new to take the blame
But as I look into the mirror, void of any hint of youth
The answer becomes clearer; cold and bitter, ugly truth

I’d like to think maybe I’d be less stubborn
And time would mellow you a little too
But life is simply history repeated
And in the end there’s really nothing new
I’d like to think that next time I’d be much wiser
But youth has barred the door;a heartless miser

Janet~

Healing

Memories bleed in profuse silence
From the wound within her chest
Love has shattered her resilience
This is heartache at its best

Tears are but a tiny hemorrhage
Of the gulf tearing within
What can bind a wretched heartache?
But to forgive and love again



J~

Spectacular Silence

Little did you know as you walked by
You tore her heart from her chest
With the blink of an eye

You touched it for a moment; a trite distraction
Ignoring the aftermath
Wrought by rejection


You did not hear the deafening sound
Of hope erupting
In spectacular heartbreak, to the ground


J~

Vexed

In the generosity of moments
I have held you close to me
Just to touch the poet’s torment
And the dreamer’s misery

On a rainy night in April
I still see you walk away
One among a-thousand people
In a mass of painted gray

Now I hold its bitter token
Like a shell without a sea
All those words we should have spoken
As I held you close to me

There are no solitary moments
The end of one leads to the next
But there are solitary torments
That can leave us deeply vexed

J~

Thank-you, Dad

For that time I totaled the car
And you didn’t get mad
For the times I simply condoned
The very wise words you said
Or didn’t speak at all
And you wished I would…
But still you were patient
And understood
I thank you, Dad

For the times I brushed off
Words carefully measured
For the times I broke your heart
Not treasuring what you treasured
For all the times I’ve failed
Miserably
But you never give up on me…
I thank you, Dad

For all the prayers I know you pray
For all the wise, kind words you say
For all the things that you teach me
Not by word, but what I see
For all your patient, faithful love
As taught by a Father up above
Thankfully I bow my head
And whisper thank-you
Thank-you Dad

A Melody

The wind rushes from the sky tonight
In a forlorn melody
While flickering shadows and moonlight
Add their oblique harmony

The waves, pastel-tinted at sunset
Deepen to a murky blue
An ebbing and flowing sonnet
Of love and longing and you

The wind rushes from the sky tonight
Moving effortlessly
To draw the darkness across the light
And moments between you and me

J~

Powerless

If I could gather summer’s hours
Into baskets like wild flowers
Then I would, oh, you know that I would
If I could gather moments too
The haunting, taunting thoughts of you
I’d pluck them like wild flowers if I could

But summer is a whisper slipping by on nimble fingers
Summer is an hour, maybe two
And there’s no way to gather you or summer’s hastening footsteps
Disappearing into evenings languid hue

If I could gather summer’s twilight
And its misty, moody midnight
Then I would, oh, you know that’s what I’d do
I’d fill my arms with faded flowers
Trying to re-capture hours
That have vanished; full of moments, summer, you

For summer’s eager yearning glances by with no returning
And all that I can do is watch it pass
Like a child, restless and dreaming, racing to a twilight gleaming
Over moments tossed like flowers on the grass

If I could gather you and hold you
Kiss you, hug you, keep you, scold you
Then I would, oh, you know that’s what I’d do
But you’re eager as the summer
Dashing, leaping to the future
As I watch and smile and shed a tear or two

For childhood is a summer, far too soon its dance is over
As its echo trembles in the autumn dew
Darling, give me just one hour for I do not have the power
To hold back the summer or my want of you

Janet~

Almost Nothing

It was really nothing…
At least for a moment or two
Though it tore at my inner being
With a force, savage and blue

It was really nothing
But it left a ragged tear
On the fringe of every heart beat
To remind me it was there

It was really nothing
Oh, it is almost true
Though I staggered momentarily…
…it was merely a thought of you

J~