Tides

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Crystal blue, white

eyes like the waves

crashing to shore. Over

and over again. To come

back for more.

 

Deep, dark blue

Never to find

the sun, the light.

Such beauty and depth.

Vast treasures, black secrets

 

Never to be found. She sinks

she rises, she harbours.

Throwing Glass Slippers

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She felt like Cinderella, before the evening

gown glittered or fairy godmother granted wishes.

Not the Cinderella with horse drawn carriage. Before

any tiara wrapped around that hard, hair sprayed up-do.


She felt like Cinderella, wrapped in rags

mopping grimy floors. Days spent on dreams, wishes.

Cinderelly, whom mice called mother. Slopping

soapy suds and handkerchief held hair.


The princess in house slippers. Worn, seams plucking

peaking bare toes. One true love

of laundry, heaping.

Canto XXIV

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I took the last line of Dante’s Inferno, canto XXIV, line 151 “And I have told you this to make you grieve” and inserted it into the last line of my own poetic verse.

The scorching weld that burns

two souls together. Meant to be. Love,

knocking at an enormously shallow door.

It’s dark and echoes the cold, stone

hallways of my heart. The loneliest soul

when his name is called. Years pass,

and I have told you this to make you grieve.

Double Shot of Amnesia, Please

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Most of the time he didn’t know who I was and most of that time, neither did I. My personality changed dependent upon where we were going and who we were going to see. He didn’t know me at all. I didn’t know me at all. It’s impossible to blame when you never gave yourself a chance to shine through.

 

Some people don’t believe in love, just like atheist don’t believe in God. They cant feel the super power of an upper being, they do not trust what they cannot see. They don’t understand the Christian love of Jesus, just as I don’t understand the word love. I understand love as the dying and unconditional love of one’s own flesh, pain and blood. That would never compare, but then again it will never compare.

 

There will always be a single parent, lonely, looking for the partnership and companionship of another, adult conversation in the least. The child taking care of his siblings in a shelter, waiting for it, for anyone to take them all together, that’s the least they could do.