Thanksgiving 2007

Thank you

for grabbing my hair
when I needed yanking back
to reality.

for the soup you had
stewing, when i was.

for knowing but never
asking.

Don't thank me.
You see,

You've thanked me
by thinking
'bout me.

One Road

Bilbo used often to say there was only one Road; that it was like a great river: its springs were at every doorstep, and every path was its tributary. "It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out of your door," he used to say. "You step into the Road, and
if you don't keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept
off to.
Frodo Baggins, Lord of the Rings

Mirror, rorriM

get a grip, I should tell myself,
in case
again
off my path I slip
too much to do…. to sit and ponder empty games
of
‘me and you’
too many tears to wipe away, to wonder how I’m going
to make you feel today
you feel Yourself. Not me.
so stop being blind and turn inward
see?
That is You. You never saw
Me.
how could you?
You were chained to home shore
whilst I was
f r e e

promise

I’ll Love you
even if you don’t Love me
make sure you’re okay
even if in kindness you’ll never pay
I’ll hold your hand
from afar
but not tell you it’s me,
kiss you good night
for free.
Wrap my wings around your life, with Love
unconditional and untold
even if you can never Love me
from around your soul my wings shall
never unfold

lowercase

my

‘i’

has weakened, faded a little

since

i

left the Capitol

my love is a lower case, now

a little lower, not towering as high

my

i

is softened, not by the sun as it once was

by tears. salt tears.

dissolving rain-pain-water tears.

i

cry.

and i use up less ink now too

now that my capitol is smaller

and my worry

over U

is stronger

than my

i.

touched by another

as I write,

another caresses your skin

another holds you

another has the feel of you

not me

Jealousy?

Did jealousy rear its ugly head

no

just a pull in my solar plexus

like you were trying to hurt me

were you?

probably

for the mean things I did to you

like be hurt you left me out

in the cold?

I never let another touch me

before your eyes

yet tonight you let someone do that

I know you don’t really mean…

…to hurt me…..


…..

if you do….

then maybe it’s okay

because I hurt you too.

faulted flakes

it’s funny how even snowflakes aren’t perfect,

and then if one slipped through the net

and made it

beautiful

it melts,

and is destroyed as it hits the road

or a passing car.

How a perfect landscape is covered,

lost, when the sun finds it too hard to hold its head up.


One second, a smile on your face

seems like an hour ago, when the frost of your temper

heats you up like a boiler

and my imperfect flake melts

even quicker.