Summer 1

Oh summer time...

To sip ice cold lemonade

Half naked in the grass.

Break out the beach towels,

Sunglasses and books.

Let's lounge in the sun

On these lazy days, and

Take advantage of our Youth.

(4/8/2010)

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)

4/2/2010 - Haiku

I hide my face now
Ashamed of how I appear
To strangers I meet

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Age will take its toll
Long before your soul is old
At night you mourn Youth

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Little green buds are
Forming on the trees. I see
spring is almost here

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A human goddess
A contradiction of sorts
With womanly curves

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They have fins and scales
The live under the water
It's our fish friends