At The Round Table:

She’s not sure she thinks of herself as attractive anymore: The daily battles had whittled her down so that there was nothing left, Just a soul-less sack of saggy flesh and brittle bones that would make good compost, Besides, the only thing she knew for sure about love was that it was transient, And yet more

She Sleeps With The Light On…

. . . Just in case, The night is still, There’s not a sound, Except the rumbling of a distant truck, Which propels her into a memory; It was of the time when she had her babies, A marriage bed full of passion, youth & hope, It was a time long before these lean times. more

Mr Wordsmith:

She liked to “rescue” the hopeless cases, Or that was what she was told anyway, But also, he had to have a way with words, To read her soul, to woo her back as she was walking away, Reminisce over the good times, Talk to her about nothing, in particular, to relax her, Gratefully receive more

Between my fingers:

She falls:

From grace,

From sight,

From God,

From herself.

 

It’s when she sleeps,

She meets them again;

All her lost loves,

The ones she let slip between her fingers.

 

girl and sleep

Daddy, I’m running on empty…

Is that you, daddy? Is that you haunting me? It’s time to say goodbye, So take your noose and fly.   I’ll blow you a kiss, But just remember this, Don’t take it the wrong way, Don’t make me regret, Having my say.   Because little girls don’t know, They just don’t know, daddy, And more

Don’t Fence Me In:

She couldn’t be owned,

Freedom was her only desire,

The men came and offered,

Themselves to her,

She dips her toe into the moon,

And then dives in;

The lunacy of her cycle is upon her,

She may want him now,

But she won’t in two weeks.

The roller coaster begins its ascent.

girl and cat

 

 

Did you ever really love me?

What chance did I have? . . . and there they go, There goes all of the people, Like soldiers in the snow.   Down they go, Straight into hell, Gone forever from me, (And yet still within), Stinking up the place with their smell.   Little scars inside of me, That probably won’t ever more

The Ada Tree:

I took my love to the Ada Tree, the Ada Tree,Where we could be alone, him and me,I would tell of my dreams and two would become three.This was my chance – his dazzling smile had stolen my heart,At the Ada Tree; one last shot at romance,So much had passed between us that meant so more