Gone

When I am gone,

 I want to dwell in your dreams

like a fluttering butterfly
on your skin.

Kiss your eyelids as you sleep
and embrace you with my wings.
when I am gone I will dance with you

through all the continents,

we will

 hopscotch through the stars
as we climb into

 each others arms.
When I am gone
I'll leave my scent on your pillow

while the violins play

and you drink poems for breakfast

in a tall cup

knowing you were loved.

Life

It's always been difficult for me to leave myself open and vulnerable even though in my poetry I do, in my daily life it's not always easy to do. The last few weeks were filled with questions and uncertainties. I was tackling some health issues that are still unresolved. A good friend texted me the other day to ask how I was doing. I answered optimistic and with gratitude for the improvement that I have experienced so far. Later I reflected and I realized how hard it is for me to accept that all this worry and fear has left me depressed. I have not had patience to write, to read, to visit my friends on their blogs. I try to assure everyone around me that I am fine because I don't want to burden them. As a mother, wife, friend, I have always tried to comfort everyone. I think I have to accept the way I feel and allow them to comfort me. 

Fear

Fear whispered in my ears,

like a mosquito feasting on my skin.

It whispered doubts,

 it challenged me into a battle

on the field of life.

I left fear on the sidelines of youth,

and it found me in mid life.

It entered like a burglar

on a dark night,

awakened me in my sleep

and shined a bright light 

in my eyes.

It stood over me

as my heart raced.

Fear climbed the fence

of my garden

and planted seeds

while my back was turned,

like a needle piercing my subconscious.

Fear touched my wounds,

injured my being.

It whispered,

it whispered,

then it roared.

Heart

You know my heart,

the hallways and corridors.

You walked through touching

the walls,

touching my lust and melancholy,

my addiction and joy.

You know my heart,

how it beats to your touch,

how it dances around your moon.

You have heard the thunder

of my heart,

the rivers of my veins pulsating

as you swam through them,

floating lost in the shadows,

familiar with the fears.

You know my heart,

it beats to your touch,

it climbs to meet you,

it holds you close.

The angels watched

The church bells rang,

chords were played.

On your lips

 confession 

and redemption.

Fine nectar must be tasted

and savored.

The angels watched me

even though I rebelled

and traveled roads less desired.

There was truth in chains

that held me down,

excavating my spirit,

making it soar high.

There was you,

you loved me well,

the way I desired.

You learned my secrets

and took possession of my soul.

Humanity II

I wrote a poem

and betrayed my soul

for today I feel dark and alone.

The news saturating our beings,

 drowning us

with sorrow.

The ancient temple destroyed, 

migrants fleeing to Hungary,

children hungry and lost.

Senseless killings,

manhunts and lives coming undone.

My heart aches,

I am ankle deep in the sewer of life. 

Philosophy and love are not the answer,

heroin on the streets is not the answer,

frankly I don't know what is.

 

Humanity

Poets write verses about summer

days ending,

fleeting and whimsical.

I am ankle deep with sorrow

and worry.

Humanity is consumed in darkness

and despair,

let the watchman ring the bells,

turn the lights

and bring hope back into our hearts.

Cultivate kindness,

erase hatred,

cultivate tolerance 

annihilate prejudice. 

Restore humanity with love

and let it spread

with understanding and grace.  

This poem is written for http://dversepoets.com/ where we writing about the watchman. Personally I was having coffee this morning with my husband and I was expressing how sad I feel when I watch the news and  see the condition humanity is in. There is so much that is tragic and senseless and it leaves me feeling despair.