A couple of Poems from me...

These poems appeared last year in the fabulous "Unfettered Verse" - one of my favorite onlne publications...

Blind Date

Stood in the rain and I debated
To stay, to go and so I waited,
'til the day became the night
and I realized with certain fright,
that you would not come.

I gripped my hands and I stifled
thoughts that with my heart you'd trifled--
that I the calm, the undemanding
would be left in the rain standing
and you would not come.

My hair became a matted mess
and glued to me became my dress.
Powerless was I to move my feet
as water spat out from the street.
But you did not come.

Afternoon and school children passed
and when heaving, I'd seen the last,
I knew then but could not mention
the cruelty of your intention--
that you would not come.

Now the city has gone to sleep
and my own company I keep.
But I will stay and man my post
sleeping in a box at most.
Maybe then you'll come.
Then you'll come.
You'll come.
COME.

 

Only Two Years

Gone. Spent.
And no matter how much I try to
will it into being,
I know now that passion
is never going to return.
Once so strongly felt--it is now a withered bloom
on a gnarled vine.
This is what we have become.
This place is where 'I DO' has brought us.

Days blend into nights.
Nights blend into weeks.
Weeks blend into months
of sameness and sadness.
Endless petty disagreements now ruin my
well planned ever after.

I hide my tears; remnants of my frustration.
I walk the hall that is my heart
tethered like a heavy weight to
This place
This time
And to you.

And I wonder at the guile
that has trapped me here--
imprisoned in this place
of open windows and doors
where I can freely move yet
I cannot breathe.

I cannot breathe.

God please take me for

I

cannot

breathe.

Some of you have asked about these poems...let me share what these are about:

The inspiration for the first one was the result of seeing a homeless woman when I went to work who was still there when I came home.

That meant that for at least 8 hours she had stood there in the rain and I wondered why. When I saw her again the next day I imagined that she had been waiting for someone. She would wait, I supposed, for as long as it would take.

The second is very personal. It speaks to a rough patch in a second marriage where the couple was trying to get to know each other and it was difficult. Fortunately they have grown to understand one another and respect the vows. The result? A successful and loving partnership...

Best,

Pamela