Whose hands are
Even Death relent.
Whose life extended
Whose blue veins
crisscross my pale, freckled, back of hands
Whose future ran through the line of happiness and life, and other unclear folds.
Looking out from our snapshot,
Nestled in my husband's chest
That unmistaken severity
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Sunday, May 30, 2010
Reaching for her face so cold, no trace of imperfection
Black eyes like coal, dark deep in contemplation
Until my wings were clipped.
Tumbling towards earth
I'm broken in million pieces
That instant I had glimpsed at her cold beauty I melted in gratitude.
It works in life too, grading good from bad sifting out the right friends from wrong.
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Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Ouch! Two bullets from different directions and more to come,
I stepped inside the human circle and into the minefield,
Still smiling, my upturned lips they thought a crescent axe
My dancing feet kick boxing stand.
No more than arrows that pierced, but their directed words shattered nonetheless as metal on impact
Loudly their barks traveled the distance like canine chorus, imitating each other's sounds
Feeding on fears
An instinct, devoid of reasons.
Childlike, uninhibited... I break into an Impromptu
Following the rising sounds and stepping in sync with the measures, halting where the melody breathes
The notes are flying bullets that were strung into music
And the horror of their smallness, speed, destruction vanishes.
The circle is noose that hangs their spontaneity
Hang them like wet clothes
In sunless days
Until they smell of mold,
Their freshness yielding to decay
To a state tattered
While I danced away ....
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Mother, Engineer, writer, manager, and more. I am a bit of everything, a creature of God. I am passionate with life. I fear death and its many forms. I love my mind, cherish my body. I express through WORDS.