*A Fairy Tale*
For one moment,
The vast skies between you and I
Are but a small purple orb
The stars suspended
When your fingers circle over mine
To join the distance.
For one moment,
The dimensions between you and I
Are captured in a small purple orb
Bridging worlds
A third galaxy born
From the matrix of our fingers.
For one moment,
The space between you and I
Collides with shining and purple
I curl into your lap
For the first time I cry
To finally return home.
For one moment,
The closeness between you and I
Awakens an understanding that, with love,
You sent your child
Past the farthest star
Into an unremembered dream.
For one moment,
The journey is so clear
Then fades into the purple horizon
Creation is but one cosmic fabric
Designed by dreams of many
Interwoven by those who carry the threads.
Grace of Wynn, ©2007
Garden overgrown
Behind itself
Darkened ivy
It makes
From thorny tendrils
A pathway
Transmuted by sunlight
Shine.
Lynn Mari ©2004
Anger under construction
Tension bulging the walls
Yet another day
In a house with so much potential
And so much unhappiness.
One super duty saw blade
To cut through the memories
One pounding hammer, a pointed claw
To break my sense of self
One whirring sander
To drown out the screams
One long screw
To twist deliberately, slowly
Through my heart
One sheet of drywall
To build a wall of lies
One box of ceramic tile
To lay me out square by square
One box of grout
To fill my empty spaces.
Such simple tools,
Ordinary materials
So dangerous in your hands
I was but a scope of work
To be demo’d
Carefully remolded
Under your project management.
Super duty saw blade
Cut through the memories
Pounding hammer, pointed claw
Tear down the wall of lies
Whirring sander
Scream with grief
One long screw
Crack the grout,
I will love again
Box of ceramic tile
I will smash square by square.
The foundation is cracking
From the tension
Take a deep breath—
Inhale the breeze
Blowing through
Gaping holes.
Anger has torn asunder
The house with so much potential
And so much unhappiness.
Grace of Wynn, ©2006
When I was holding you
your mind was someplace else
your fingers drummed on my flesh
like the tapping of keys.
When I was cooking your dinner
your appetite was someplace else
your hunger was all-consuming
once Windows booted up.
When I was washing your clothes
your attention was someplace else
your scum soiled your pants
as you huddled over the blinking screen, jerking.
When the mess you made piled around me
your concern was someplace else
your lover was there
downloaded from the farm (mooo!).
When you see me again
your computer will be packed
your memory will be erased
I Control-Alt-Delete you from my life.
Grace of Wynn, ©2006
For my Twista Sista, Stay Strong…Love You!
