Thursday, January 29, 2009

Shooting Star

I wasn't there for your birth
I didn't see you grow
Never got to know you
Never even saw
I loved you because of her
I loved you because of shared blood
I heard you were beautiful
a free spirit
wanting to brake away
to be free
and you did
you broke away from your planet
soared high into the sky
you became a star
a shooting star
but you fell
you fell burning
burning with your desire
for life and love
left us with questions unanswered
left your dreams for us
your unfulfilled promises
your unrealized life
you were a star
our shooting star

Monday, January 26, 2009

Blood & Love

I look up and I see my father's reflection in the window
reading with a cigarette in hand
glasses perched on his nose
a cup of coffee on the table,
but it's my reflection I'm looking at,
and I miss him.
I'm cooking with fragrant herbs
chopping, dicing, mincing
washing pots and pans as I cook
my wedding band making music
ping ping ping
this is how I remember my mother
through the smells of my cooking
the sounds of my kitchen
and the taste of our meals.
Now I'm sewing something,
cutting the fabric carefully
placing my left hand on the cloth
using the scissors with my right
it's my oldest sister's hands
that I'm looking at
when I would sit impatiently by her side
as she made me pretty little girl dresses.
I see them in me, I see me in them
I look like all nine of my brothers and sisters
I look like my mom and dad
I am them, and they are me,
this is our blood
this is love.

Monday, January 19, 2009

Don't Ask

Don't ask me how I am
Don't ask how I'm doing
Don't bother asking how I feel
I am raw with emotion
It hurts too much
it hurts to feel
to think
asking is like picking at my wounds
making blood flow like my tears
I am one soul living two lives
feeling for two
hurting for two
going mad

Saturday, January 10, 2009

The Wind

It's come again, this dammed wind 
rattling my nerves and windows,
scattering leaves and lives,
braking my favorite potted plants
turning the garden chairs upside down
littering my pool 
with flower petals and bird feathers,
tossing my hair and thoughts every which way, 
howling, roaring, wailing
like a madman, protesting life's injustices,
flinging all restraint 
whimpering like a defeated child 
dying, exhausted
coiling around itself, winding down, spent
weeping. 
This crazy, insane, lunatic wind
its' me, I feel sorry,
for this wind, and me.