before beginning

Crowded room, melee of conversation
Fervent communication increasing with the minutes
Excitement, energy bouncing between strangers grouped within
Shifting bodies occupy uncomfortable seats
And then, a single call for silence
All activity ceased.

Check engine

Incessant yellow blinks at me now
Dash board warning of impending danger
No time to waste in checking
Ominous future may ensue in wait
Stop. Look. Repair the increasing damage.
Life can depend on today’s action.

day, break

In front of her, the horizon
Painted blue for the night
Now brushed with first purple
Then pink, orange, yellow
The sun’s artistry magnificently marking its sky canvas
Clouds appeared, white wisps in intensifying color.
She was oblivious to the creation appearing before her,
Focusing instead on her bare feet
Pressed into the dispersing sand
Pulled down by retreating tide
Disappearing and reappearing in waves,
Becoming a part of the shore.
Tears streamed from her eyes
Combined themselves with sprays of salted sea
Stopping at her parted lips
And lingering there.
She tasted them
Finding it fitting that it was bitter
Like her betrayed heart
That willingly loved him
And still does

Awake end

In my dream there was only us two
You and I
No worries
No stress
Nothing but plush white bedding and soft luxurious pillows
We lay together
Hands, legs intertwined
Silent but for the deep breathing of contentment
The future but a promise of sunshine
The past already distant on the horizon
When I wake, the image disappears
Try as I may to close my eyes –
To will myself back into bliss –
I fail in conjuring our heaven.
Awakened to reality alone
Its scratchy blankets and cold sheets
Incessant pressures smother me.


‘As well for the coowe as for the bull’ - John Heywood

Bull out to pasture, collecting fill
Calves frolic lightly, suckling at will
Cow stands at ready, awaiting desire
Long hours repass motherhood thus transpires
He surveys his claim, proudly content
But little further exertions are expend’
She looks to the horizon forlornly
When calves grow, she may free
He is praised for little more
Than donating his gene, herd ensure-d
But she works endlessly without cease
No respite, less praised, no release

Toppled Over [ A "Reverse" Poem ]

I look at him
Landed below me
Cold concrete buckled beneath
He is injured
Body mangled by impact
Face distorted from recognition
Not the man I knew any longer;
Or maybe
I knew all along
Pretended he was different
And the dying being
I see is not him,
but childhood faith

Copyright 2014, RAJS

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