Would You Come

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Would you come if I sent for you

Leave all behind and start new

Break ties with friends and family

Move to the states and travel with me

Be free roaming spirits, hearts a-lift

We three sharing our gifts

Blessing each other and strangers too

Becoming one with natures’ truth

Traveling this country in an RV

Wondering at Her majestic beauty

Teaching and learning everywhere we go

Be it dry deserts or mountains with snow

Bathing in Her rivers, singing in Her woods

Sighing at the taste of star-speckled foods

Laughing and crying at remembered old lives

Helping to erase each others’ hard lines

Finding new life and fresh lungs full of air

Renewing our souls without any cares

Remaking our joined worlds into something

Finding escape from the meaningless nothing

Stop the ruin and the struggles

Be like children that need nightly snuggles

Share in love and life without strife

Wonder at it all and believe in the night

Would you leave all behind and start new

Would you come if I sent for you

~winged woman, 23 March 15

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Early Years

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We first met when she was all but two

Wouldn’t let me hold her,

But wanted help with her shoes.

Delicate blonde ringlets and fair rosy cheeks

Eyes of blue looking up and quickly away

So tender, so tiny, so delicate her treats.

I would have my own child before I saw her again

A beautiful swan girl who was oh so still

Full of life lessons learned by the time she was ten.

Still shy but getting better at being herself

Her beliefs and morals came from the bible

Life not like the fairytale books she kept on a shelf.

We met again and had a whole summer

She was old enough for us to grow closer

Stay up late, talk of dreams, then share slumber.

We slept on the beach in a magical place

Just bags, no tent, but near to clear water

Woke with a start, a chipmunk ran across her face.

Let Me

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Raised arms in moon glow

Toes tap Mother’s love into the dusty ground

Let me help dear lion, dear star.

Hearts gentle movement

Warm with the energy of some old soul

Let me send love from afar.

Skirt catches light dew

Hips sway within their own song

Let me lift that heavy bar.

Hands hunt, fingers finesse

Calls to our past bodies for wisdom

Let me pull off the old tar.

Nose toward heaven

Lungs send light and peace your way

Let me show you the right star.

Let me dear lion, dear star.

Blessings

KitCat’s nose kisses and snuggles

A home to stay in despite any struggles

Safe car to borrow and places to go

Someone to listen, someone who knows

Clothes on your back to help keep you warm

Love from a distance keeps you from harm

Plenty to eat and more to be had

Sharing of gifts to make others glad

Friends scattered wide in many dimensions

Clear-headed advice with honest intentions

Lucky am I and man do I know it

Note: when you’re down, look to a poet

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Three Revised

A cousin, a brother, things happen in 3’s

Hoped death would come next for me

Instead my Pa went down that dark path

Wriggling and writhing in alcohol’s grasp

So I mourn again and again and again

Left still wishing for my silly own end

I know God is near, perhaps Goddess too

Laughing at this human who wants to be through

Asking to be taken from this nightmare of life

Wanting to be finished with all of the strife

They must have some grand plans for me

To keep me in hell instead of giving me leave

My heart and soul long for my sister dear

Cries out because she won’t let me near

She reads all my words wrong and so false

I don’t like text, I would much rather talk

Chest crushed by the weight of my grief

I no longer have her to help find relief

“Think on good things, believe in good luck”

Sunshiny people need to shut the hell up

They’ve no idea where I’ve been or am going

I’ve had loss of all kinds and the tears are flowing

Platitudes are not going to cut it this time

The best kind of healing comes from these rhymes

Here I am free to be depressingly me

No one judges, no one expects all glee

I can write and rant and know there is another

Who has felt this or seen it one way or the other

Compassion, yes.  Understanding, check.

And reminded the world is in chaos yet

My own battles start to seem very small

‘Tho my pain is amplified by poets who stand tall

I see they are writing about much bigger issues

So in elegant ways, they provide me with tissues

Which help to stop my self destructive wins

Like pulling and picking and scarring my skin

So thank you all for being who you are

For writing poems that take me so far

Away from my existence mundane

To view life from a much higher plain

For carrying me along with your tales

Which help to finally silence my wails

The Giver

A phone call with news that took away all her breath

Scant details, but announced her big brothers’ death

She had got to know him once, long ago

He killed a man and was in prison six states below

They had random visits thanks to a sister by half

She enjoyed their time, their talks, shared laughs

A trip to pick up mail brought tears and a strain

The small, heavy box was marked “Human Remains”

She drove out in late evening, camped alone in the dark

Got to a crossroads and made the left choice to park

With tie-died blanket, photos, letters, and beer

She created a shrine, centered on the box that held the one she held dear

She wailed – truly wailed – and wrote him one last time

While the ravens and river otter watched, bees busy at hive

She slowly unveiled his remains and waded into the river

And in gentle arches she released him back to The Giver

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We loved and fought,

You carried me through,

I knew not what I was to you.

You went your way,

I made mine,

I did not know there was so little time

A baby,

Some bars,

You had none, yet kept mine from harms.

New beginning, new promise,

A life yet to live,

You had so many chances, but choose not to give.

Broken promises,

Lost hope,

Thinking of nothing but dope.

Hurt mom, hurt sis,

Why they ask,

They don’t warrant a glance.

Dead body,

Dead field,

No answers revealed.

We loved and fought,

You carried me through,

I still do not know what I was to you.