End Notes

Our favorite world
is almost over –
clock counting down
until it’s gone.

Once,
we had rainy Sundays,
croissants and café au lait
savored over the New York Times,
snuggling together,
spooning so close moonlight
couldn’t slip between our skin.

Now,
we have knife-edged confrontations,
disconsolate tears,
locked doors delineating
the abyss between us,
your attorney meeting mine
during tee time at the club.

Soon,
the judgment shall be decreed,
every line read, finalized,
our signatures placed just so.

And then,
our world will be undone,
no more passage together,
just uncharted roads
we each must travel
alone.

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The Raging Sun

Dreams slip blindly
into the raging sun
of mind and heart.

Pieces of hope,
wishes pierced
from memory past,
into the future,
heart’s desire,
love enraged,
hate disarmed.

Each night dreaming
into day’s dawning.

Entreating, hoping
no more leaving.

Fighting, hating,
partnership dissolving.
Love absconding,
aloneness stealing
around my door.

Dreams die hard
in the raging sun.


 
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Poetry Challenge / Day 26: prompt miscommunication

Different Worlds

Sometimes, I think that rather than miscommunication occurring
between the genders, it’s more a matter each speaking separate

languages, of living in different worlds. When he says, I’ll call
you sometime, he means about the same time as the twelfth of never;

yet she hears that he will call her in the next day or so, and when
he doesn’t, her anger grows exponentially with each passing day

her phone remains sullenly silent, and yet he can’t seem
to understand why she yells at him the next time they meet

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Poetry Challenge / Day 19: prompt angry

vicious hurtful words
airborne missiles finding heart
time to call it quits

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Poetry Challenge / Day 17: phrase All I Want is (blank)

All I Want is to Know

Another evening dining alone,
while you are still at work

Another fight, our voices screaming,
doors slamming between us

Another night waiting in the dark,
wondering where you’ve been

Another teardrop stains my pillow,
dreaming of what once was

Another morning without speaking,
now there are no words to say

All I want is to know,
is this the way it’s supposed to be?

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Poetry Challenge 2009: Day 14 / Two for Tuesday: prompt - love / anti-love poem

Fire in the Night

You come to me, hold me close,
Breathe softly across my skin,
Caress each curve with dancing fingers
Soft as moonlight,
While a jasmine wind sighs through
Our room.

You come to me, merge with me,
Breath to breath, fevered skin burning,
Heartbeats twinning, hands buried
In my hair,
Tenderly murmuring words beloved
By hopeful ears.

You come to me with open heart
And loving touch, wondrous mind,
Anchor and solace, future’s dream,
Cherishing me,
Warming me like a fire
In the night.

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Poetry Challenge 2009: Day 8 / Prompt - Routine(s)

Daily Routine

The alarm bleats
easy-listening sounds
announcing time
to get up

they both roll
out of bed
he from the left
she from the right

while she shuffles to the kitchen
coffee first, breakfast next
he heads to the bathroom
shower and shave to face the day

Exchange positions

he to the kitchen
and she to the bath
passing on the right
nod friendly now

he downs his breakfast
she completes her ablutions
back to the room they share

closet browse
dress for work
she dresses for success
high-rise bound

he dons jeans and flannel
loads the truck
Out the door
off to work
Drop the wife at the station
before heading to the job
Mustn’t forget
the kiss on the cheek

lives divide

do the job
to pay the bills

five o’clock
reverse the route
homeward bound

hi’ya, honey
home again
fix the dinner
do the dishes
any laundry?
feed the dog
don’t forget to take out the trash

do you want to?
not tonight, honey.
okay, another
night of CNN
same old
same old

plop down
on the sofa
only three feet
separating
may as well
be the great
divide
separate lives
at a crossroads

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