Old poems found around
By Your Side
You amaze and incite me,
thrill and delight me.
Clean Living.
Do what makes you happy,
or at least what inspires you.
Condemned Masses
what happens in those rooms,
the caverns,
the catacombs,
the tombs
the buildings that
from dark to dawn
are filled with shadows
of wilting, rotten possibility
the derelict, defunct
dilapidation of city projects
where the convergence of coincidence
and conspiracy
keep people circling
inhumane, hellish realities
while those in control
go home to the suburbs
and their two car garages,
spend weekends relaxing
at their cottages,
and grumble at going to work
on Monday
Conflicted, but Trying
I’m trying to start over –
conflicted,
but trying.
Critic vs. Artist
Who’s to say the angles are right or not –
the images correctly chosen?
Hello. Goodbye.
We came together
from the farthest corners of the world,
to work,
to play,
to live,
to learn.
And now,
like water droplets skittering on a hot skillet,
we scatter again
across the globe,
to share,
to give,
to laugh,
to love.
Live Fully
there is power in passion –
and in daring not to accept mediocrity
there is success in never being ordinary –
in never sacrificing your dreams to please others
there is a happiness found in living fully
that “What If” and “If Only” will never know
Mistakes
The only mistakes are those not made.
Life must be lived with the whole heart –
not reserved for the perfect moment or the “right” time.
Look forward.
Jump in with both feet.
Speak wholeheartedly every moment.
My Apologies
I am so desperate to point out our similarities
that I sometimes interrupt.
For that, I am heartily sorry.
My foolish stumbling strains
an already awkward interaction.
Never Mine
You were never mine.
You were lent to me by Fate
and snatched away again
before I had the time
to know you.
Objective: Live
“The goal is . . .
to not lead a paltry existence,”
she said.
Rearview 20/20
You see the future.
Does the future see you?
Succulence
I would drink in your words
like the earth drinks in the sun.
Terra Cotta
Terra cotta tiles glazed in blue –
bright aqua blue –
and accented by language light and beautiful.
Though It Hurt
Thank you for
the forthrightness of
your disclosure.
Traded at Will
The sunlight falls
through the grate
to the tracks below
as I write,
on the back of business cards,
tiny poems
to be handed out as gifts
or traded at will.
Wipe Out
Agendas
negate the truth
and
wipe out the beauty of words,
robust language and
the richness of intention.
Words. . .
written in blood
and galvanized by fire
Your Everything
I have a gut wrenching ache to be near you,
to hear your voice,
see your eyes –
to celebrate your achievements,
support your dreams,
share your sadness –
to be your shoulder,
your elbow,
your everything.
6 hrs later, Ms. becomes Mrs.
My New Year’s wish
was to have you call and say,
“I want you in my life.
More.
Lots more.
As my wife. . .”
And I would grab my Visa card
and meet you in Vegas.
Posted by Amanda at July 28, 2005 01:25 AM
