Comments: Written 5 1/2 years ago. Feelings in a GYN office..

A waiting room of passive colors

A delicate look with a corrupt purpose

Living long in our memory

Even after we are gone


I turn to my hands, playing mother to the other

My only chance to be maternal

Beyond the room, behind the door

Is the weight of overexposure

and an icy table to lay it own


I stand in thier uniform of code

The fragile fear material

That barely touches me

yet turns me

into a wreck...

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WRITTEN: February 2005

Cut by the internal hourglass

It follows wherever I go

It comes to bind the subconscious mind

It's breathing deep and slow

 

It plays it's mighty stopwatch

Loud inside my ears

It sounds the gong of summer's gone

And the waiting world of tears

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WRITTEN: November 1, 2005

COMMENTS: I've always dreaded winter. Well, as an adult anyway. As a child there is always the hope of a day off from school due to winter weather. But as an adult, snowstorms are really just an inconvience.

 

This worrisome season I can not hold back

Nor the evaporation of the earth's elation

Locked in it's grasp

 

The forest sheds it's glory, no foliage to defend

The icy crown weighs it down til spring arrives again

 

The birds rise through the atmosphere

and point their compass south

They fly with speed and instinctual ease

away from winter's mouth

 

I wish that wings would grow upon my mortal back

Like Heaven's gift, strong and slick, onto a warmer track

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WRITTEN: December 2005

COMMENTS: I started to write this on,(Surprise!) a windy day. I find heavy winds very irritating. For some reason my tolerance for very windy days is very low. I have written another poem on the wind. I wrote that about 4 1/2 years ago and I like this one better. Yet this one feels a bit incomplete to me, oh well.

WIND

This royal wind

This tyrant of cold

Is an uppity rush of air

That I can not catch

 

This specter of the beginning world

This familiar beast

That has a millennia behind it's punch

And I can not stop it

 

It rides the coattails of December

It turns liquid perilous

This indomitable force

How I detest it

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WRITTEN: December 2005

COMMENTS: This was written before my last dentist's visit. I had been okay during previous visits but I felt very nervous this time. Needless to say this vist was NOT pleasant.

WHAT CAN I DO?

Moment of apprehension

How you've sneaked up on me

Now that you've cornered me

What can I do?

 

In this arctic space

In this bit of abyss

Before I am conquered by you

What can I do?

 

Oh the spirit shakes through

this body on wobbling legs

at the sight of you...

What can I do?

 

I can not write words to

convey the experience

For the pen is a poor shield

That can not prevent you

From crashing through

What can I do?

Copyright LMA