Family
Fates
I
hear you whisper through the trees.
Like
a long forgotten dream,
Traces
of your sweetness
Float
softly in the breeze.
I
remember how you wandered, the demons knocking at your
door.
The
malaise of your fledgling fell like the darkness of the night.
Your
screams, your will, HE heard you in the distance.
HIS
retort filled charcoal skies opened with a drizzle.
Bright
flashes,
Deafening
roars.
We
hid beneath the tree as the ground began to freeze.
From
your littlest’s ailing drizzle
Evolved
a cancerous tempest
There
we were
Thronged
Beneath
Leo’s tree…where Freddie…made
his fall.
Leaflets
of your colors ever drifting
Wearily
through my soul
Echoing
through the night
Mommy?
Is it time for you to go?
Monsoon
Memories
Softly
upon my shoulder
Fall
drops like fingertips
I
turn to challenge my caller
A
few more tickle my lips
I
step faster…As if to escape it
Moisture
clings to my hair
Like
the gripping fascination
Of
a lover’s longing stare
Racing
around in puddles
Splashes
grab my thighs
Down
pour from a mist
Like
a dream before my eyes
Fighting
with temptation
Seeking
cover against a wall
The
rhythm seems to mesmerize
Beneath
a waterfall
Gently
touching my cheeks
Circling
beneath my chin
My
lips…they open slowly
Taking
a mouthful in
Reaching
as if to consume me
From
trickle to a test
Streams
glide from my neck
Become
rivers split by my breasts
The
sun stops in short of my valley
Dries
the smile on my face
Thirsty
for satisfaction
A
river’s flowing embrace
As
the moment floats away
I
drip and dream of misty nights
A
storm
another day
April Breezes
Dark,
Cold, Lights dimmer out
You
move through my hair leaving chills on my back
Pushing
between my thighs with a gentle kind of touch
You
caress softly, my navel gently splitting near my breasts
Warm
upon my lips
Sweetly
by my ear
My
hair with chills
My
back
My
thighs
My
navel
My
breasts
Slowly
you ascend to the sky
Memories
of windy whispers liger in my mind
WHY?
Our
Children are fighting
Not
for playthings or sweets
Fighting
for their lives in the cold city streets
And
I cry
Our
children are muffled
Pushed
away for their needs
Does
anyone care if they can’t write or read
Our
children are homeless
In
need of a meal
Our
children are human their problems are real
And
I cry
Watching
my neighbors
Turning
their heads
Wishing
solutions were not
easier said
And
I cry
