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Poetry, 2010

 

BUBBLES

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Tiny bubbles cling together
Floating in a pool of amber
Surrounded by a wall of green
Popping tiny breaths unseen

I sit here up against my mum
Playing Scrabble as you curl
Blissful in my solitude
But not without my gratitude

For when you're gone
Our love goes on
Inside a happy dancing heart
We are never quite apart

I watch TV on the internet
Never trying to forget
The happy looks that you provide
Without you, we'd not survive

The door swings wide
You walk inside
I drink the bubbles in my cup
I'll see you when I wake up

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INTERNMENT

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I'm well aware of strengths I have
And quite aware of weaknesses
I know this love I have inside
Too well I know of speechlessness

My fingers, then, are like an army
Marching in a symphony
Pouring out the things I can't
Express without their tympany

For in my throat, a struggling bird
Long imprisoned in its stir
Riding out the storm and waiting
For its freedom to occur

What if, perchance, it waits for naught?
What if it is forever caught?
Never once to truly sing?
Never once to say a thing?

This is my weakness, my desire
I cannot sing, yet still aspire
To feel the easing of release
Permit expression, inner peace

So joyful would her singing be
If only once outside this cage
Her voice could open and be free
Instead she's caught within her rage


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THE CURRENT

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Currently

Richard Marx plays on my mac

Lisa's scarfing medicine

You're upstairs reading

My everything


Yesterday

So full of emotion, I

Suppressed the overwhelming feelings

Went out to see a friend

Lest I send me reeling


Today

I waded into water

The current took me into it

I felt so weightless yet so strong

Just a candle barely lit


Tomorrow

I'll head to work again

In my heart is where you'll be

I'll talk to people 'bout a desk

But it's your face I always see


Currently

Not a weight upon my shoulders

I ebb and flow, a pond with wind

Fed by springs, both warm and cold

Outward calm, alive within


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EMPTY WINDOW

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Another empty window
I want to fill it up with glee
Shiny surface gleaming
Like you have done for me

Sometimes I'm wrought with worry
But it must be clear to see
Despite a past of obstacles
I am with you happily

The past is nothing more than that
The future isn't ours to view
But in the present, where we are,
Is this gift of you

So I reminisce
Forget to live
With he who has
So much to give

Where do I go when I'm not here
Identifying with my words
Spelling out my history
Fingers singing like the birds

Lost within my memories
Looking forward to my past
So that I can live it over
Just in case it doesn't last

Yet still an empty window
I never have that much to give
I feel an endless pool of wonder
For your staying here to live

Wrought with worry, so afraid
It isn't very clear to see
Despite a past of disappointment
I'm still with you happily

Lost within my memories
Looking forward to my past
So that I can live it over
Just in case it doesn't last

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2010 has so far been an awesome year.


I learned how to swim using the sidestroke and how to float on my back.


We celebrated my nephew’s first birthday.


Some people we know and love filed for divorce, but it was amicable.


Lisa (rat) had a couple of surgeries and seems OK so far.


I got to try some new teas.


And above all, I realized I wasn’t looking inward as much as I had been, and my growth had halted greatly.