Written in 1983.
Shadows of images.
Images of shadows.
Ghost of my nightmare.
Monster of my dream.
Who are you who hides
in my closet?
Why do you stalk me?
My veins are filled with fear of you.
But then, who is the fear-filled one?
Is it I? Or is it you?
Maybe it is I who stalk you.
Monster of YOUR dream.
Ghost of YOUR nightmare.
Image of YOUR shadows.
Shadow of YOUR image.
The imagery of a lonely old house always grabs me. I take pictures of them when I see them. And they often put in an appearance in my writing. Here’s a case in point. Towering, it stands. Long driveway spirals down the hill. Forbidding, it sits on Grecian poles. Dark and lonely are its windows….
This poem was written March 14, 1997. It was a reaction to breaking up with my first lover because although I had fallen in love with him, he hadn’t responded in kind. No hard feelings … I just couldn’t stay in an empty relationship. How long does a broken heart take to mend? As long…
Written February 28, 1991. Be my daddy and take care of me Be my lover and love me Be my brother Be my friend Be my everything Let me be who I am Who I want to be and tell me what to do Set me free and chain me with you love I will…
Written in 1984. Love lost. Love gained. It’s all a matter of time. Friends come. Friends go. There is always more. Nothing is Forever. Except the one Self. You always will be you, though the rest may go. Others will come, That I know.
I finally found that other limerick I wrote in fifth or sixth grade. I love playing with limericks! There once was a cat Who was very, very fat He really got my goat When he stole my new boat And sat on my very best hat.
Written in 1983. Cobwebs hang from the drawers. The empty seat covered with dust sits abandoned by the desk. Death now sits here looking at thirty desks aligned in six rows. No more do children laugh in this place. No more does teacher teach the students. The Apple perfectly red sits untouched by dust or…