Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Time and Time Again

Fluttering lightly on the wings of
I duel with time.

We fight like lions over the reins
of my tattered life.

Time- a silent foe bent on thieving with its
greedy hands.

Yet my hands are far from clean-
volatile and mean, a dirty gleam
that shines.

Still I
long to clarify the blood beating in
my veins,
heal my shame,

a reversal of my fate.

God I pray
there is still time,

Swirl a fantasy like good wine
around my mouth:
precious peace will rise from the ruins
of this war.

But the devil wants his due,
and all my sins I fear
I’ll never lose...

still I fight.

Note- this poem was written for a challenge at Poets Who Blog. I had to incorporate these ten words:


Friday, May 23, 2008

a waterfall of
crash again my skin

hear me whisper softly

burnt remnants of
leaves scars to mark my sins

pray now God will save me

pray its not too late to save me

Wednesday, May 07, 2008

Here I stand
my hands empty

Here I stand
bereft of dreams

Here I stand
where you left me

Here I stand
breaking softly

This poem was written in response to a prompt at Poets Who Blog Interactive. This first line comes from the Leonard Cohen song I'm Your Man.

Tuesday, May 06, 2008

The wind rushes in without an apology,
a storm arriving in winter hues.

You never knew me at all.

You who saw me thru hell's gates,
through the window
of the voices in my head,
through the closed curtains
of my
raw passion,
capturing the essence of life’s high noon.

Thought you knew the truth-
decoded into letters-
but what you knew
was only my
grandiose fantasies
or blatant out right lies.

Yesterday's melancholy song
still haunts.

The eager sun sneaks in bits of light
echoes of voices from afar.

these lonely days of blue
cut me with the bitter blades of what
you never knew. You never knew.

This is nearly a Patchwork Poem. It is composed mainly of donated lines from other poets but I had to add the lines

of my
still haunts
was only my

Major thanks to Paisley, Lirone, and Lissa and Gautami Tripathy.

Thursday, May 01, 2008

bring me sunshine in a cup
bring me laughter in your hands
bring me hunger then fill me up
bring me lustful grains of sands
bring me teardrops you have shed
bring me fireflies trapped in glass
bring me reasons to stay in bed
bring me ransom from my past

This poem is in response to a by a prompt at

with special thanks to Paisley who did the prompt first and reading her poem inspired me to write my own.

The first line comes from an Emily Dickerson poem of the same name.