Remember Us

“Remember Us”

Like pictures on a screen in seconds, lost

or blips upon a monitor turn long

old memories are flown with deadly cost:

as quarks may separate eternal song.

The picture caught though words may flutter by

though hole is in my net and so I sigh.

A set of words surround my broken thought

say: “You and I” when, clearly, love is sought.

Before our memory may grab stale air

Before time takes the brain and makes a mush

Before the hurt that makes us want to share

Before the mind’s become a muddy lush;

inscribe upon some stone where century

from now our love survives for all to see.

Haiku for Lovers (photo by Robert Doisneau)

A Frosty Love

 

It seems I’ve lost my way amidst your chill.

Was only yesterday our love abloom

but your intemperance a wanton spill

of words as cold and listless as the tomb.

I’ve wasted quite away from your cold draft.

A sullen gray has settled on my head

and you, your frozen pauses, seem quite daft.

My heart endangered by your talk, instead.

Oh, rose of romance, bent amid the drift

I pray the sun will waken this cold trend.

Will love , now lost before your sullen shift

be gone and dead and never come again? 

A warmer, kinder glance, a tilt or phrase

might yet, my icy sadness, you erase. 

 

“You Take My Hand”

 

and in that gesture
satisfy my dizzy, naked need,
spellbound as spent leaf
whose golden moment
has no hunger left
but blissful floats
mid magic flutter
back to earth.

“Some Steps”

stepsPhoto: Ginny Hale Meredith

“Some Steps”

Some steps I’ve taken, there was sharp ascent

into the unknown where the foolish tread.

That journey, once committed, brought lament.

Cold sorrow with some tears that pathway led.

Some steps have pushed me inward, glorious,

to better heights than I had known before.

Yet, even so, my soul, tempestuous,

has not avoided pitfalls I abhor.

I take it slow, now, ‘fore the final bend

I know some steps might make a dismal tale.

I know the  walk creates a happy end.

With careful steps, I’m likely not to fail.

I’ve not looked back where I have been, askance

but, rather wonder at its dark romance.

 

 

 

This Red, Red Rose is Out of Place!

“This Red, Red Rose is Out of place!”

rose on beach

One does not leave a rose mid sandy beach:

Perchance, a seagull dropped it here somehow?

As much as I might like, I cannot stretch

nor will I bend… or to your logic bow.

Oh, No! This dying rose is out-of-place!

It needs some dainty green and shady lawn.

The sun has wrinkled up its little face.

And left it frying here. But still, I yawn.

My modern ways want none of your trite sighs;

You’d best learn words to move my unctious heart.

You’ve better chance to make my sadness fly

than wilted rose of red regret to part.

So, hear me well as I shake off your sand:

best leave dramatic note or better plan.

“Between Two Worlds”

“Between Two Worlds”

Though heaven’s place is grace-filled for the soul,
my heart still hovers, halting, near this earth.
Unless you,  only love , were there to hold,
my courage dare not leap beyond this berth.

My life has need for your familiar ground.
I want no more than comfort from your kiss.
You are the warming soul my arms surround.
A quiet bliss; I want no more than this.

If other orbs contain such shining light
seen glowing from the depth of your kind eyes,
then bravely I might take that unknown flight
to worlds where I still hear your gentle sighs.

For now, my cautious heart must harbor here
where you, my love, are heaven to be near.
 

“Sestina for Minnie E. Amerine”

Minnie E. Amerine“Sestina for Minnie E. Amerine”

Desirous to be loved, we seek our own

and when we find it, that is where we leap.

An attic jewel shining mid the dust

and so the mind stirs anxiously to seek

but in its reaching finds a darker door

and in that search may see a deadly scene.

Here’s Minnie Amerine, lost to her scene.

She shares a placid beauty all her own.

But cold, her muted lips a dungeon door

upon her porcelain face no motives leap.

What was her heart’s desire; what did she seek

for one so young now gone to stifling dust?

Will each of us discover, through that dust

an answer to the riddle of life’s scene?

Her eyes would speak of love we all do seek:

acceptance for a corner of our own

before we hear the bell; before we leap

before our life becomes that clos`ed door.

Now gaze upon that face; a cloistered door.

No frown but one brief moment’s smile to dust.

On death, a frozen smile forever leaps

upon the photo of this lovely scene:

Did you once guard a love you called your own

before death’s jealousy sent arms to seek?

While looking in her face, her beauty seeks

to open up another worldly door.

‘Fore time is frozen, I will call my own

before the dust will smother me to dust.

Before I turn from Minnie, leave her scene:

her tragic, early death does make me leap.

And through her mirrored eyes, I scream and leap.

And in her frozen smile, my love still seeks

to know what she was like behind that scene.

Her spirit filled with breath behind closed doors?

Or is our Minnie gone to cosmic dust;

her beauty but a bit of atom’s own?

Now leap upon the face of beauty! Seek!

Hold to that scene where love’s beyond the door.

Remember Minnie’s dust is but our own.

(I have been busy lately tracing my ancestry.  Minnie was born 1892 and died, tragically at age 17 in 1910 after birth of my husband’s father in 1909.)  Was looking for inspiration for a Sestina.  Some say the form is more fun for the writer than the reader. I don’t know about that.  A sestina is a lot of hard work.  I would welcome any help, criticism or comment.  Thanks.

Ode to Olive Oyl

“Ode to Olive Oyl”

Thus, there’s an “Olive” destined for Popeye.
A gaggle of wild geese her voice intones.
“She is but what she is ” her Popeye sighs.
She keeps Sweet Pea so he is not alone.
She souffles Popeye’s spinach from a can.
Has many muscles like her dashing man:
the oily,  perfect lubricant.

(use “olive” and “mirror” in 52 word piece)

“Starlit Bride”

 

The Beloved ('The Bride') 1865-6 Dante Gabriel Rossetti 1828-1882 Purchased with assistance from Sir Arthur Du Cros Bt and Sir Otto Beit KCMG through the Art Fund 1916 http://www.tate.org.uk/art/work/N03053
The Beloved (‘The Bride’) 1865-6 Dante Gabriel Rossetti 1828-1882
“Starlit Bride”
Now, as I gaze upon bright stars, remote
and marvel at their majesty,  delight
returns to you again for there I dote
upon another incandescent light.
 
You are my luminescent, brightest orb;
your glow astounds the dark.  A burning sight,
your spark a universe I would explore
before the sun should scatter all our night.
 
Our lamp holds oil enough for this short life
my darling wife, whose love retrieves me from
a dark and lonely song; sad herald’s strife;
 lackluster,  ’til we’re in our final home.
As you sleep, a thousand stars may hover;
your light more splendid than our starlit cover.
 

Chimera 66, #16

Rain

As waning ice of winter drips

into our spring, my fingertips,

tempestuous, cling.

Catharsis now brings

tearful scene;

quiv`ring lips.

As all our season’s trials end,

your icy words my soul defends.

Our love not lanquid

nor is it torpid;

not morbid

or pretends.

Oh, let our winter’s stone-cold hearth

alight once more with fiery breath,

stretching arms to greet;

opening to meet

lovingly,

our true warmth.

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