A Feast of Peaches

Lush if that is the preference

When before the deity stands

A heart, a soul

A yearning for a forgotten

A timeless, a lifetime’s

Unquenched Memory

A prayer sent, a plea

A bargain, a deal

For grace in groves of peaches

In sweetness, in intoxicating

Rivulets of dreams

before the garden

Before the feast

When we in the company

Of immortals gaze

Into eternity…

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Stagnant

There used to be motion

Endless notions

Restlessness

Stirrings of everything

That could have been possible

There used to be flowing

Between ideas and creation

Wafting of verdant imagination

Of tales untold bursting

At straining seams

Then life took hold of limited space

Filled with responsibilities

And upward mobilities

Social climbing

Regardless of rising ages

And failing faculties

And at this pinnacle

Or deep deep valley

Standing still or sitting

The air is still,

unmoving

Stale

Like the flow of ideas

And gravitational motivation

Becoming

Motionless

Unmoving

Stagnant.

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Runaway

I had a thought

but it was fleeting…

Tried to catch it, but…

Somehow…

It’s now….

lost in the jumble of thoughts

that ran through my day.

It was a good one

while it lasted

but I could not tell you

what form or shape

it would have been

or what form

it could have taken…

If it were blue or black

or rainbow patterned…

It was a thought, sudden

unbidden, unwritten

and then it left…

Like the wisp of genie smoke

or the curlicue of cloud

or the foam

in a cappuccino cup

from the barista in Rome…

It was a runaway thought…

And I could not catch it…

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Woman

They absconded with your innocence

Before you could breath

And the rivers of tears flowed through

Your birth to your death

Following your footsteps

like the river Styx

They stole your honor before you

Could even hold that pearl

twixt your fingers

And pointed theirs at you saying

Your fault, your fault

The world and all its ills your fault

Because you were born

to be a woman

That jaded old Eve and her sin

You carry in your tainted hands

That old bedraggled Jezebel

And her crony,

once celebrated Delilah

It was Lilith that bore you

So all the sins of the world are yours…

We have always been blameless…

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Sorry

I am sorry…
Youth was wasted on me
Forgot that you…
Could never forget…
Never forgive…
Never know….
The regret…
The tears shed…
The pain felt…
Because I made a mistake…
I cannot undo…
Cannot ask forgiveness for…
Only atone for…
And never be forgiven for….