The Silent Treatment

I will not wish for death

For I experience it early

As a trailer … the preview

While I still desolately live

As intruder in my own home

I feel the sickening-prickles of

Your porcupine anger pointed out toward me

As sharpened pikes from each pore you possess

Proud recipient of your infamous,

Ill humored “Silent Treatment”

It has again come my way

As I anticipated it would

Smugly cloaked in your heat
Isolated - yet happy to be so

So self-righteously angry
As you revel in its warmth

You mutely glower; emanating loathing

Caught up in your own wrath
You are, unaware of my decision
Deliberated with much pain, yet so final 

I will coldly abandon you
With frigid arctic zeal

I will leave you to live, inexorably alone
I forsake you to immerse yourself
In the prolific silence
You have so masterfully crafted with care

You will be at liberty
To self-indulge in your
"Silent Treatment"
As often as you wish
I hope it may be
As much a "treat" for you,
As it has been for me

For silence will be
Your sole companion now

House Lions Fierce We

Kitty kitty - mumblebus grumblebus

Complaining chorus; we like not to wait

Want want - nomsy food now; why bowl not full ups?

Silly woman up your hurry; you so slow - we irate

Catty catty – sleepsings; we needs more of
mousy dreamings; sweet spot on bed we

tiredness day - night long the stretchingnesses

Warm warm - we yawning pile purring pretzels

Pillows soft we likes – after sleeps, naps wants all we

Love love - we can do; if mood strikes our fancies

Her woman keep guessing; say all of we

Knead knead - her so comfy lap; stay here, maybe

house lions fierce we; elfin tigers be

It's About Time

Time ...
by virtue of your very nature

you wait for no man

jitteringly anxious – agitating for advance

irritating in your inability to sit idle

irksome, your incessant need to pace the floor

forthandback; backandforth

‘til the boards groan and squeak

the planks of this stage

grown weathered and weary

their varnish worn thin from

your too vigilant patrol

Tick ...

Constantly counting

monotonous metronome

tock-ticking spigot

whose drip-dropping dribbles

of seconds and minutes

will find no repair

forming puddles which transform

young poets and writers

to blathering old blethers

retelling – rehashing; repeating/repeating

the same tired prose

‘til their tongues turn to wood
Tock ...
idealistic youths

so energetic and vital

microscopically changed

through course of each day

to curmudgeonly crabby crusts  

of stale, inedible  bread

Tick ...

you have corroded
majestic deep purple
mystic cloud living mountains

mercilessly
ground-pulverized them to

boulders – stones - pebbles – sand
Tock ...

even our bodies, not spared the same fate

as you scrunched-hunched our very bones

to aching gnarled twigs

brittle hardened pipes

of  living cement

Time ...
onward you will steam roll
straight through; then far past me
when I will be liberated
from your infernal marching
freely floating from fetters
a fluttering bubble
drifting on the breath
of eternity's wind

For Kathryn

Friend of so many years

you stand at a crossroads

stymied in a place

where indecision reigns

I stand as mute witness

to your courageous struggle

frozen by a sense of helplessness

not knowing what to say or do

I long to help you

yet I lack the skills or strength

to make all things better

to chase away the dragons
to sweep out the corners
where scary spiders dwell

I'd smooth out any bumps

over which you might stumble
but I too am unsure
as to which path you will choose

So know, my dear friend

if I could wave a magic wand

to make all things better
to give you clear foresight

with not a heartbeat's hesitation

I would, dear
I would

Pas De Deux (Dance of Two)

a new song today

the lyrics of life renew

enchanted by melody

solitude is bid adieu

a fine tune to dance

the waltz step of lovers true

allegro three quarter time

joyous, this pas de deux

Buzz of a Gossip

"Whoever gossips to you will gossip about you."  ~ Spanish Proverb

you were my friend,

or so I thought,

until you buzzed … buzzed … buzzed

about me to someone lethal

who waited on tenderhooks
eagerly anxious to hear

your acid tongue

burning me to bits

your cutting words

razor-edged axes

hacked-chopped-minced  

me to pieces

buzz … buzz … buzz

you chummed the waters with me

luring in the

slowly circling sharks

which fed on me with frenzied fury

who whirl-whipped water
of white foamed waves

to pinkish froth

by the letting of my

life’s blood

since your final betrayal
I have taken shears in hand
clipping out - your diseased tongue 

by mercilessly pruning away
the hulking dead growth you are
from my life

buzz … buzz … buzz
you will sell my confidences 

to the highest bidder
no more

In Blue Eyes

losing myself

in blue eyes

which plunge

the very essence of me

to unfathomable depths

of azure

hurled to highest stratosphere

a human rocket

launched by penetrating gaze

of cobalt light sky

surrendering to

blue eyes

where dark lashes dart

flit - soar - dance

as birds above whitecapped waves                    

on twin sapphire seas