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Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Monday, December 5, 2011
Poetry without words: watercolor landscape
Thursday, April 14, 2011
there's an old woman peeping through my glasses: HS#7
there's an old woman peeping through my glasses
using my toothbrush
soaking in my tub.
she tries on my pajamas
walks with my slippers
and my God, can't stand her
not for an hour
when she sings in the shower!
she hums my songs, sits on my chair
and one day i caught her
gobbling some chocs
nibbling my nuts
while she talks to my friends on the phone!
this is atrocious
she thinks she belongs here
but i must admit
she's wonderful with my grandkids
and that they adore her!
i must again admit
she is getting to be a habit.
a familiar face
who for goodness sakes,
had her perm while i sleep!
and though she is forgetting she isn't me
i remember her eyes and her voice
and her thoughts
and her scent...
and even her words!
well, i hope she stays
to be the old woman
while I the younger one.
Free
Waiting for this moment
to be free
Waiting for the right wind
to blow the last bit of me.
I have watched the sun rise twice or thrice,
and the nights watched above me in my sleep
I rose from the mud that cradled me
before I began to BE.
The right wind, the right time
will set me free
To give back what was given me.
waiting for the wind
to disrobe me naked.
then I can be...
FREE!!
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