Singing
Some words soar
Some drift
And a rare few
Stab and sting before
A cool blue note
Washes away
The residue.
I can change a person
Twist minds around ideas
Change heart rhythms
And connect on a primeval level
Wolves and dogs still understand.
Freedom
If I were a bird
I would fly and eat and sleep
And not think
Of purpose
Of raison d’être
Of potential
Of time
Of waste
Of the meaning of it all
Perhaps I’d think
Of love
But it wouldn’t change my life
Autumn Delights
Gold leaves shiver
Against iced mountains
Sweatered, we walk holding hands
What Love Isn’t
You thought you meant if when you said you loved me
But you loved me like a classic car
Locked away and polished, never driven
You thought you meant it when you said you loved me
But what you felt was fear
That I’d want more than you could offer
You thought you meant it when you said you loved me
But you hated parts of me I loved
Writing, dancing, independence, ambition
You thought you meant it when you said you loved me
But when I felt lonely in this strange city
Instead of comforting, you’d yell
I kept wondering why it was so impossible
To earn real love from you. Only later did I realize
You thought you meant it when you said you loved me
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Persistence
I
envy starling’s
Purpose: unmoving she flies
Fiercely into wind
Aspen
Lemon-drop
swarms
Buzz around
White chocolate branches
Cheyenne Creek
Red leaves waterfall
over rippling rivulet
that feeds shallow pool
Quail Lake Statue
The quail points East
Then North
Forever flying into the wind
Winter Delights
Snow blankets pines
And covers mountains inviting me
To curl up next to your fire
And drink hot chocolate
Holding your hand
And kissing the whipped cream
From your lips
Weakness and Strength
I tried to tell you yesterday
I love you but quickly realized
You’d see me as a hypocrite
Loving so many others
My refusal to decide reveals
My weakness and my truth:
Love is a four-letter word
Attachment is like dependence
And I don’t do additions
So I’ll keep my heart
You keep yours
If I’m lucky
We’ll be friends
Friday night ritual
Gorgeous guy looks at me; I smile
He says "hi" I say "hello"
We talk of mountains: camping, hiking, biking
Sometimes writing, sometimes singing
I give him my number
And we hang out: dinner, a hike
A pool hall, dancing, a movie
Five different dates this week
I sleep on Sundays
Wake up feeling empty and alone
Because being wanted
Is not the same as being loved
And taking off my clothes
Is not the same as peeling back
The protective layers of my heart
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