Ovation

Temperature rises
Steadily, gingerly
Like a frightened widow peeking out
For The coast all clear....
Rumble rumble-BOOM!!!!
temper tantrum clears the room
Water clear and cold
Rushes steady, angry, bold
Til the sod is sodden
Rivers of floods swim by
Aching swells of water
Descending from the sky.
Flashes from some far off place
Drizzle drip then stop
Grey then light
As birds take flight
Bathed in the last drop

Love is
Love is not you
You are a box
Love is spherical
It's everything you're not
Love is not you
If it was you wouldn't last
Love is moving slowly
When your heart is beating fast
Feet get tired
Before love retreats her call
It's a maze, a jumbled haze a blessed know it all.
Love is a mouse
Consuming all the cheese
It takes quakes shakes and makes you new
Rarely saying please
Love is awkward
Often love is hard
Fat fingers reaching to accept a pea size greeting card.
It's a twister, twisting up your brain
Its a tentative remedy to another person's pain.
It reaches inside, like fingers made of smoke
Rearranging everything
Stuff you never thought was broke
Sometimes its ugly
Sometimes you have to lie
And say it's going to be ok as agony goes by
It's a puzzle, navigated piece by piece
Enlarging the cells in your puny heart
Til its capacity is increased.
She's a moth, all her color drained
As she decorates the butterfly- yet never feels pain.

Him

He's was lost
Sweet and sudden
Our bear
Protector
I don't have any pictures
To recreate the image
The contentment taken for granted
He was the always
The sobriety
I never knew existed
The invisible glue
Til he unraveled
I unraveled too
Hosting the addictions
Writing pages too fast
Escaping the new reality
Racing to the past
Him
There new nightmare
The paranoia
Stay away
My life is quivering normal
Its on a teeter totter of....ok
Doing all I can
To keep it that way
I've got a racket
Shes got a ticket
Questions
Shes not afraid
I was incredibly angry
Over their encounter that day
He.
Heal
Healing
No.
Only a stranger
I won't let go
He lives in their basement
The gentle captive ghost
My heart full of grief
Is his reluctant host
How could a stranger
Shady full of shame
Erase the hold of memories
We know only his first name
The dark side of lost love
Mysterious and old
Maybe in a way
He is not so cold
Have to let go
Allow time to do its bidding
It makes little sense
Though in some way
It's also very fitting.

Adolescence

It creeps in
You don't know
One day you are playing
The next day you are still playing
Feeling bulky
And moody
Yourself
In a time machine
Eons from yesterday
Trying to remember
If its ok
To be you
You're reading too much
Pages, books, people
Tweaking your thoughts
To mirror your twisted peers
Pioneers in todays fad
Tomorrows throwaway
You are two hours late to the party
Endure a year as a laughingstock
So you go, and play
The dolls become pawns of shame
In your mirror image of the circle game
Playing,  you are queen
Who calls the shots and arranges things
Back to tomorrows reality
You once again are the scapegoat
For the mini society
Of adolescent kings and queens
You are the jester
For so many reasons
Yet you play along
Forbidding treason
Mom and dad call these people friends
All the sudden
Its redefined
What a friend is
And how many hoops you have to jump thru
To retain the illusion
That you are worthy.

People like flowers
Because they are for all occasions
Happy sad, in between.
People are like flowers because they are for all occasions
Happy sad and in between.
Flowers are like people
Because they have colors and moods and seasons
They all bloom and different times
And aren't bright forever.
Flowers have their peaks and people narvel
People have pinnacles of brilliance
And all bystanders do
Is wonder with judgement
Why it didn't last longer
All the while caressing a rose
White and innocent
Its end product the result of years
Why can't we be more like a flower?
O but we are.
We have thorns
And roots
Foul odors
Fruits
Years when we shine
Days when our petals fall
A person whos not like a flower
Is no person at all.

What i saw today

My eyes are a journal
A dictation of my perception
And im sad that its being wasted on a piece of abc gum on the sidewalk
But i saw a bird
And she had a red beak
And a pleasant song
Im not disappointed
Never when wildlife graces my collection.
I saw,  today a conversation.
Normally you her them
But im not an eavesdropper( normally)
But I saw the people talking
And in my imagination
It wasn't boring
I need something else in my collection
Of red beaked birds
And pre used gum.
I saw a weed once
And called her a flower
Because no one else probably ever did
And all vegetation deserves a dress
If only in my perception.

They want you to write happy
Funny
Like Facebook memes
Jelly beans worth of humor
Fit into their tiny attention span
So they can like you
And themselves
And poetry.
So you think of the last funny thing you heard
And try to make it into a poem.
Or write about cats.
So your poem can be the equivalent of a funny cat video.
Then everyone will like you.
And the important uncomfortable stuff will be filed into your memory
Like a stuffed animal
Oragamied into an easter eggs
Its plush oozing out of the plastic
Like your passion oozing out of your head.
Meanwhile you have a crappy cat poem
And you would rather clean a litter box
Than read it out loud
But that's what the people want.
Midway you ball up your catastrophe
And write the real thing
Comfortable with the uncomfortable theme.
Crying and holding your breath
Don't feel the same
You are tired of playing the cat poem game
Words breathe out
Like a hissing balloon
Cats out of the bag
Couldn't happen too soon
You sacrificed novelty
For freeze dried truth.
Perhaps you succeeded
Or perhaps this is bad
But the time was had
For the moment Im glad.