lianne

A soft summer shower of memories
rains tender kisses that drop
as delicately as daisy petals
drifting from their stem as if to say,
“loves me, loves me not…”

Against the splendor of a c…

Please read the description before the poem. Folks, this is meant to be bad poetry!

Hearts can do somersaults
then land with a thud –
skip a beat, double a beat,
race, run, pump, s…

Subtle, silver moonlight is all I need
to seek, to meet your ocean eyes –
restless and dark like the grey-green sea,
shadowed greys that express the depth
of your longing, the rolling ac…

Empty stars devoid of light,
ashen suns devoid of heat
litter the universe frozen, lifeless,
all dead or dying in the cosmos
winking out like houses gone dark.
And I am Mira in her death t…

What self-image are we promoting, protecting,
when we cast ourselves as the giving tree
in someone else’s life? Is it not presumptuous
to think we can, we should, we must
meet every need…

Did you think sorrow was a tame kitten,
slipping silently into your lap,
kneading your belly until she has
settled like a heavy weight, extending
her claws, stretching slowly, bloodlessly …

My solitude is ravaged by…
a whisper of longing on the wild wind,
vibrations of words withheld, unsaid,
unsayable now, the concussive thunder
of deafening lies in a storm of stillness.
Mel…

The dying have no need of unction.
Such salvific grace should be reserved
for the one who stands beside the bed
readying him…readying herself
for inevitabilities…preparing
for a priestly …

I count the time in seconds,
hours, days, months –
a moment ago or a lifetime
between goodbye and today.
Time is a widening river –
Charon ferries me across
an Acheron of painful memori…

If I could find the words
I’d speak to you of love, my love,
though there is nothing new to say –
love is a flicker and a flame
and a fleeting thing-
a whirlwind and a whisper
and a wheth…

Those who have confined God to
a narrow box of inflexible rules
with predetermined punishments
for choices He/She is already
omnisciently aware of, make such a god
too small, too cruel, …

The scarlet, autumn maple knows
what it is to lose everything
of color and beauty,
to let go, not in fear or discontent,
not grudgingly, but
give it up with grace.
To remain firmly upr…

Time, relentless fireman,
burning up my golden years,
torching the library of my mind
where I’ve housed a cluttered
record of all my life’s events,
my choices, circumstances stored
in co…

I want to remember
how it felt to love you -
the soaring anticipation
of the moment I would see
the sunrise in your eyes.
I want to remember
that I loved the way
your voice, as warm
as…

Climbing together, hand in hand,
this steep stairway of old fears,
we sought some kind of heaven
of love given and returned,
intimate immortality, celestial
communion of connection.
But …

Are all our ends in our beginnings?
our answers already contained
in the questions we ask?
Our patterns predetermined
and unchangeable, our destinies
driven by clear genetic codes?
In …

Love is a creative, enabling grace –
and its grace is in the giving.
I loved, therefore, I am – more…
human, divine, complete, fulfilled.
I thought you’d given nothing back,
withheld from…

Meadow grasses silvered with the morning dew –
ragged clouds like frayed holes in the deep denim of the sky
a maple’s farewell kisses splashed scarlet on the tree,
and bushes ablaze, burnin…

Where do you go to find a dream
when all your dreams lay shattered
like shards of brittle brilliant glass
that shred your hands and then your heart
when you try to pick the pieces up?
The …

I watch the storm clouds rising west,
deep purple shadows scudding east in haste
creating chiaroscuro skies from a sunset palette.
Cold rain stings, a sudden ice upon my skin,
driving tiny…