i can’t wait to see her
it’s been so long
i feel my heart pounding harder
with every face that
appears from the gate
is that her?
i think it is!
she’s so beautiful
and i can’t wait to
hold her in
sixty seconds of writing in honour of those who have died suddenly, senselessly, by the hands of all the misguided souls, taught to believe that we don’t all deserve to live equally. my heart bleeds for you. all of you.
when we met
your fences stood tall,
proud and mighty
of a wood that near gleamed
pristine
at a week
i saw a splinter
maybe two
and perhaps some of the sheen
dimmed
at a month
i was sure i found
chinks, chunks
and a dozen knotholes
popped
at a year
your fences made a decrepit
clown’s mouth on
an abandoned funhouse wall look
new
and today
your fences are afire
as you try
to resurrect them in time:
surrender
for my dear
i pour water upon your ruins
forsaken
to the fizzle of my love
eternal
in a certain proverbial light
you look like a rock star
all glitter and sweaty
though in truth i know
the glitter’s internal
something you show me
when we’re alone together
something about you
so private and yes
fascinating to me,
it’s that inner glitter
that keeps me coming back
now to do something
about the sweat
a shower perhaps?
do you glitter
in the shower?
Chips of presents
shattered in my mind
your heart gathers them for me
like droplets of dew’s magnetic wake
liquefy my thoughts
weep tears of joy
or leave me to be
dust
LGH
February 18, 2007
A spark in the darkness
The flash of a dream
A bulb that burns blue
Then blackness of bleeding void
But when dawn is deepest
The sky’s bruised blanket
A promise of primrose
Sunrise seems secretly suspended
A young day begins for us
The light creeps cautiously through the cracks
A hint of a gleam of a question
How have our scars brought us here?
Slowly our lenses lift to the rays
The courage contained
Makes a break for the beam
Balances precariously between beats
Basking brilliantly in our newfound sun
In ovation our souls stand
For hope has found daylight
Joyous joining of our noon
We gaze graciously at countenance kept
In facades we find flawlessly fresh
We dive to depths of painful pleasure
Holding helplessly to mindless madness
Looking ever into eternity’s bliss
Shining suns and stars and simple sights
But our eyes eventually falter, consciously creating
Imagination, blinds, binds, breaks
Why did we do it once again?
Had our memories faded so fully?
That we dared to bare our lives to love
When setting suns and deathly darknesses, continually come.
LGH ~ March 23, 2005
i close my eyes
above me you hover
breath upon my face
soft and fragrant
not a mere mortal;
you are the muse
my music
my art
the filter through which
my compassion comes
and love
ah love
and all i need do
is open my soul
and write you
I’m out
I’m gone
I’ve vanished as if
I never existed.
Will it seem
in a month
in a year
the same to me?
When it’s time
you move on,
when the axe drops
and the head is chopped
from the neck that
does not bleed…
I guess it means
it had to be done.
So here I sit
isolation
insulation
with my lessons
and millions of words
strewn around
scattered
to the cold
night
air
I
am
gone
March 23, 2005
LGH
“Stop” has become
a swear word to you.
And “let’s go,”
makes me cringe.
I should never have started
teaching you to drive.
she lay awake
’til the break of dawn
and watch
as fairies
tuck themselves
away in corners
among the dust
then she closes her eyes
and dreams
tall grass
dip’t in dew
glistens in the light
of sparks sprinkled
from fairy wands
the prism’d rainbows
arc ‘cross black sky
cut by lightning
rendering sleep
unfathom’d
Now I sit me down to rest
I hope to get this off my chest
If the kids’ screaming doesn’t stop
I swear to God, I’ll blow my top
Linda G. Hill 