lianne

Who says I must…
establish my boundaries –
define, maintain and strengthen myself
if that needs to be done at another’s expense?
As if I were some greedy atom,
stealing electrons willy-…

The lowering sky is mourning
gray and somber above
the silent stones that mark
your coming and your going.
They speak naught of who
you were and yet still are –
father, son, brother, …

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…

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…

Sing a new chorus –
perhaps a solo piece this time -
if the first verse of life falls flat
or the harmony’s discordant.
Isn’t it grand that no matter
what the melody or lyric
of the son…

Leaves of russet, gold and scarlet
practicing pirouettes and lively leaps,
danced upon a sunlit stage
until the final soloist of autumn,
entrancing in her crimson tutu,
trembled, took one…

Forgiving isn’t easy
but it must be done for our own sakes
or we’re lost in a morass of pain
reliving wounds so undeserved
from those we love the most, with
pain that builds resentment, ev…

I’m incomplete without you
some lovers say.

I’ve lived my life by
a certain code – duty, honor,
responsibility, obligation,
promises, commitment,
discretion, stoicism.
Lived it thinking
more than feeling,
reason more than rhythm…

I had a moment when I feared my songs had all been stilled.
Somehow there seemed no more words for me to sing -
my old blues melody just an annoying irritation now like
hearing the same tune…

We’d struggled hard that one whole year,
pinched pennies, rolled coins,
pawned rings and tools to make ends meet,
stood our ground against the odds
of gas lines and recession,
of layoffs…

Goodbye is a word
in a canyon,
a reverberating echo
that sounds again and again
in memory,
the last repetition
as lonely and as final
as the first.
Goodbye is a bitter wind
whining thr…

‘I love you’ –
is that just rhetoric?

Each person who touches your life
cuts himself a slice
         finds a niche
         makes a place
&nbs…

Say no requiems for me if death
should take me from your side -
I shall not rest without you
nor leave you lone to bear it.

No requiescats should you intone
for I will not be at peace; …

It came upon me in a dream
that my judgment hour approached,
so I prepared uncertainly to
make an accounting to the Lord.
Filled with trepidation I prayed
that His judgment be
well wit…

When you make a real connection
with someone, when what
you say or do or create touches them
or they you, when some spark
of recognition that you have
discovered a missing piece
of your…

Who was I before you?
I can no longer recall
the person I was who lived

A hemorrhage of hasty words
gushes from my mouth
bleeding the life force of love
away without thought,
a geyser of emotional rant
opening lesions on
too thin skin,
the scalding steam of …

Perhaps I saw you from the
wrong end of the telescope,
magnified
my need out of proportion
to your worth.
Turn the telescope around
would you seem so damned special?
Seen through the sm…