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SOMEONE TO WATCHThanks for lending strength.I can do it alone now.I’ll watch over me.
BLACK HORSE (WITH OVERTONES OF VOICE WITHIN)Which way and what now?My mind argues with itself.My heart always knows.
I BELIEVE I CAN FLY (A double haiku)Talking to myself…Nothing is impossible…I know I can fly.Say it aloud once,Say it twice, and then twice more.Belief makes it real.
The Beginning
I caught myself
dreaming again, unasked, on her behalf
in images set to swelling music.
Understandably, she was all applause in my ears,
all snapshots, rainbows, and tears
streaming, but sweet.
She’s lovely, she’s ours, I thought.
She’s like…a home among stars.
And then a clearer scene came to sight,
maybe a century ahead. My friends and I,
of course, all dead.
A photo hangs low on some bare bedroom wall.
Scared and red, a young girl breathes in long silence,
stroking Katharine’s warm face. Weakly,
in that future place, girl smiles, starts in singing.
I recognized the old tune
Dear Trina,
Whenever you feel ready, feel free to send it to me at worksite@msn.com
Looking forward to reading it...and don't worry too much, I know what it's like to share writing (*trembles*), so I do unto others as I would have done to me.Gary
Phantom Emotion
“I am almost ready”
Memories denied that were forever there
Lend reason to that uncounted-for emotion
That specter of ill-feeling
Her nightmare has lost its roots
And so she dangles
We witness the ghost of past struggle
Shrivel its optimistic host
“I no longer believe”
So time rests
As she is forced to recover
Yet finds nothing
Save that artificial savior
Refuge within the self
“Dreams are gospel,” she says
“Words are pointless…”
“Reliance on others is futile…”
So emotional guards once constricted
Are deemed unmovable
But intrudes a voice
Watch as it seeps in unnoticed
Pierces the fragile, the unbeknownst confusion
Hear it complete that process rushed
And save a life
“It is done”
Voice of invisible substance, mystic effect
Fills a void for the lonely
A balm for shallow healing
I’ve felt it soar below my barrier of grief
And force a lost heart to confront fears forgotten
The aftermath that followed the ghost of mourning
These things take time
But I am no longer alone