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and so we talked about love
of being in love…of forever…
of faithfulness…of wanting
to be true…of going against history
and its infinite repetitions…
about dying…of separation…
of expectations…and disappointments…
of never making promises..
of leaving…of living – for the moment…
of getting old and forgetting…
of life…and dreams…and plans
for the far future and the coming weekend…
and my thoughts floated -
like bubbles out of soap recipes…
some eventually bursting…others
dissolving slowly…disappearing
into thin air…eventually forgotten
with sleep…

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autumn comes around slowly…
like an old friend walking at
a leisurely pace towards
an appointed time and place
where company awaits
his return from his year-long retreat…
and the Maple, Oak and Elm
welcome him by their abscission…
shedding their leaves
for the autumn breeze
to blow them away…
just like hearts – returning -
finding respite on quiet nights
when all of its loneliness and pain,
and unfulfilled wishes and dreams…
and some rare moments of happiness
are whispered to the night breeze
in silence…in secret…in hopes
that a murmuration of starlings
or perhaps a gulp of swallows will
carry them away in their flight…

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there are days when i wonder
whether you sang her songs
or whether you asked her
to dance with you out of the blue…
allowing her head to rest -
gently on your shoulder while
holding her in your arms and
swaying her to silent music…
sometimes when all the world
lays quietly with you in your slumber
i wonder whether she loved you
or just wanted you for company
and whether you loved her
like you used to love me…whether
you told her you loved her as frequently
as you whisepered them to me…
and when i lie beside you
quietly holding on to this love,
my heart whispers to yours:
“yes, I love you…and i loved you
even when you broke my heart…
i loved you then…
with all my broken pieces…”

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your memories are quite

perverse sometimes -

they come uninvited…

and they linger…teasing me

like ripples – caressing the surface

of calm waters – undulating…

and i am always left defenseless –

unable to cast them out of

my mind..they simply mingle

with the chaos that already

exists within…

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Last Goodbye

“my heart grieves” she says
and i ask
“why does your heart grieve?”
she answered
“because i know that the love
we used to share has died…it seems
all that’s left in its place is the memory
of how it used to be…a memory
of how it used to feel…”
and the only answer i could
give her was my silence
and a guilty stare into the space
past her…but then i took her hand in mine
and felt her fingers in between
the spaces of my own…it didn’t feel the same…
and i said
“indeed…the love we once shared
has died…buried beneath
painful memories and broken promises…”
she looked at me and i looked away
to hide the tears…and the silence
that followed became our last “goodbye”…


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To Return to Me

little girl with your dotted bonnet
won’t you
tell me the secret
you hide in your smile…
the thoughts that
surround your silent laughter…
and the dreams that
fuel your desire for life -
to devour every second…
to live…to love…to be free…
tell me…won’t you?…
no, won’t you show me instead?…
let me share your secrets…
let me drown in your thoughts…
let me embrace your dreams – as my own…
and maybe then
i might be able to weave
dreams of my own…and
see life like you do…like i used to -
with hope…and color…and sunshine -
like a child…

 

photo: http://www.etsy.com/listing/101602066/a-moment-original-painting-by-maria-pace


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Tristesse dans l’amour

like the moon,
you speak to me
in your silence…
you touch me with just your
look…and caress my soul
with your music….

like the meadowlark
you sing to me
in my dreams…
i am lulled into a peaceful
slumber and kept in
a gentle sway with
the melody of your song…

i am captivated with
the lightness of your ideas…
and charmed by your intellect…
i think you’ve cast a spell on me
without knowing…and
though you will never
be mine…i am forever yours…

 

forest of unrequited love


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Afresh

old threads hold me together
and my broken heart has been
transformed from pain…
i keep my faith – for redemption
for freedom…for peace within…
so that i may learn
to accept what has been
and live without regrets…
so that i may acquire wisdom
from sadness in order to let go…
so that i may once more
open myself to love…

 


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Cupid and Fate

“Cupid be gone!” said she…
“I’ve had enough of your folly
and wish not to be pierced by your arrow”

“Cupid please keep your distance” said he…
“pierce not this heart
that grieves for a lover gone”

days passed and neither knew
nor saw their paths converging,
for cupid and fate could not be discouraged…
letting them be…for a while only teasing them…
a missed bus ride…a missed train…
paths on opposite sides…
benches on opposite ends…until…
the perfect moment…both completely unprepared…
a brush of their fingers…
the scent of her hair appealing to him…
their eyes meet…a blush on her cheeks…
his awkward silence…a smile…a twinkle in her eye…
then fate happened…and cupid
retreated with a smile…satisfied…a job well done…

photo: Léon Bazille Perrault’s “Cupid’s Arrows”


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Moth and Flame

we were like moths – hovering
around a flame – appealing…
caressing the edges of our kindred spirits -
enticing our souls
with the promise of
a life other than what has been…
like moths, we hovered – closer…
as if by hypnosis – we hovered closer still…
and in a trance, our wings started to burn…


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Ruby is Dead (Open Book Challenge)

At 17 she packed her bags and left her sleepy town
while her daughter laid in her crib…
and all she left behind were
a kiss on the forehead and a pair
of knitted booties with a monogram – Ruby…
She took the bus to Vegas
wanting to make it big…
pretending she’d never heard the cry
when she closed the door behind her…
time slipped by like a blur and
all she had to show for the years she was away
were bruises here and there -
souvenirs from the men who made her promises…
a broken heart and a tired soul…
And like the prodigal son
she returned to her sleepy town…
to find comfort…wanting redemption -
to cradle the daughter she left behind
only to be told “Ruby is dead. She died in her sleep.”

 

 

 

 


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Dream of Hokkaido

snow falling gently…
cold breeze
sweeping through…
lone tree and footprints
on deep snow -
like carvings on wood…
snow-capped Asahidake…
smoke from fiery coal -
slowly turning to embers…
Ainu chanting…
water cascading on rocks -
graceful like silk…
hot spring warmth…
robatayaki kaiseki dinner…


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Rainy Weekend

heavy clouds..unrelenting rain…
bed weather and cold winds
stifle my plans for Saturday…
crossed out picnic and lunch,
shredded the thought of taking
a stroll in the nearby park…

maybe i’ll put on my rain boots
and my raincoat..or run free and
go dance silly under the rain
like my 8-year old self
some 20 years ago…

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