These Days...

She must keep writing

Despite all the woes

And worrisome emotions

Bubbling up from within in her chest.

These days it's too much to ask

For anything more than

Just making it through the day.

But she keeps walking.

They're gonna make it through this night.

(4/15/2010)

Musicianship Relearned

Tentatively, notes fill the air.

Piano first, then rising to mezzo forte.

Testing the water, relearning the feel

Of keys beneath fingers and air in lungs.

Confidence builds, and in a few days time

You can hear clear, solid melodies

Dancing through the air

And filling the house.

(4/9/2010)

Untitled.

Tiny white blossoms

litter the ground

beneath my feet.

They were caught in the wind

and blown to

unsuspecting places,

where they bless

the footsteps of

some unthankful man.

(4/10/2010)

A New and Wiser Time

I remember the sound

Of footsteps travelling

Down white antiseptic

Scented hall ways,

And the deafening

Drone in my head

Of an urgent need to flee.

I, a prisoner, of course

Sat faithfully at the shrine

Of the skeleton ghost

Of the person I was

Trying to force myself to be.

At the time I did not know

Any other way.

Put it aside and put it away.

Your youth has become a page

In a scrapbook of memories.

This is the here and now.

No longer imagine yourself

As that clever girl with

The secrets in her eyes.

Those days have passed,

As time's steady current

Pulls us along to the future.

You have to learn new ways

To weave the sunlight in your hair.

Find new hiding places for the

Secrets you kept in your eyes,

But it's not the end, my friend.

This is a new chapter of life.

(4/9/2010)

City Dawn

Early creeping dawn

The tiny song birds

Chirp a springtime tune

and we wait for the

sun's yellow orb to

rise from the tops

of the neighbor's roofs

(4/3/2010)