The Poetry Marathon

when i was young

and first met you

you made me laugh

that’s what you do

when i was young

we loved to chase

you followed me

such a fun race

when i was young

we found a park

i climbed the slide

as it turned dark

when i was young

we met at the top

i kissed you good

it was hard to stop

when i was young

you made me buzz

i wish i could remember

which park it was

I never knew…

How much I had to give~

When I thought:

Am I so empty?

I never knew…

How much you felt for me~

When I thought:

Couldn’t I ask you?

I never knew…

How much of you was mine~

When I thought:

Were you with others?

I never knew…

How much my soul could die~

When I thought:

I’ll have you never?

An ocean of love in me for you.

Do you see from above?

I miss us.

What I would give…

To change my last moment with you.

What I would give…

To move time back to that minute.

What I would give…

To know what you were thinking.

What I would give…

To have your body with mine again.

What I would give…

To see where you have gone.

What I would give…

To be able to follow you.

Wet from birth~

I gave you breath.

Your spirit burns so bright!

How can I ever bury you?

Others are not doing what I am not doing but sure wish that I was…

(Or do I?)

As I sit here and write all a~scribbly and quibbly

I hear from above all the humping and pumping, the screeches and screams

Of more kittens soon coming…

I exist in a place

Where tears which won’t evaporate

Run like rivers

Down my puffy cheeks.

A place where truths are but fairytales

Never to be believed.

~And my Knight in Shining Armour has a Rusty Heart.

I would like to lie outside all day

on a cool, soft green lawn

near a beautiful, shady tree

under a clear calm crystal~blue sky.

A whispery billowy bluey puff of a cloud

would softly skip over me

as a squirrel or two chased each other

around me.

I would stretch out and kick off my shoes

and close my eyes

and smile

for a long time.

Perhaps I would sigh deeply~

the smell of wildflowers would linger nearby

ever slowly, a rosy glow would spread over me

whilst I thought of you.

I would relax

and I would imagine, and dream

and just be sooo very wonderful inside…

(As long as there weren’t any bugs around)

Dearest One~

Slowly I dragged one foot forward. Coughing and sneezing from the dust. I dragged the other foot, scuffing it a little. Yowch! I Muttered to myself not worrying what the others would think. Talking to myself had become a habit and I was a great listener.

The silence then became so loud my ears hurt except for the sound of my labored breathing and the feel of my muscles complaining throughout the night.

My clothes stuck to my body. As I plodded on, I swiped at my face. It was so hot, I could barely stand to suck the air into my burning lungs.

Step~drag step~drag.

A little whisper of breeze tickled my brow.

I stopped and closed my eyes and for the first time in years smelled a pleasant smell. A tiny one that darted through my nostrils, daring me to breathe deeper.

So I did. The breeze stirred and through my slits of eyes I noticed a teeny tiny glow of golden light off in the distance.

Drawn to it, I dragged one foot, dragged another foot a little impatiently and finally began to step more easily and yes, more quickly as I was drawn drawn drawn to that beautiful golden light.

Brighter and brighter much cooler and warmer it glowed so sooo softly my skin felt so fresher from beautiful breezes fanning all ‘cross my face.

Quicker and quicker my steps became quicker and soon I was running my lungs breathing easier.

Younger, yes, younger I felt dropping burdens my troubles~ I ran toward the light.

Scrambling over the top of a hill it gleamed gol~den, I pulled my~self over, and dropped right there right next to you.

You.

I stood trembling yet open and scared, I moved closer and you stepped toward meee and you didn’t mind touching…

Your smile, it was golden~ Your laughter was airy~ Your eyes, how they reached me and touched me inside and I thought~ Am I dreaming? My journey so long and so dark and so dreary and yet here you were all a~tender and beautiful with arms all a~open and waiting and touching, yes, touching againnn at my hair…my eyes…my hands and my heart.

Ohhhh, lover, my dearheart, my sweet one, my life is not over….

My. Life. Has. Beee~gun.

~Yours

(and mine)

stroking

and standing

in the half~light

soft voice man

your hands

wandering

pause

and touch

stroke

and pause

would I could purr like that

your gaze intense

your hands

alive

all over her

i slowly blink

extending a paw

your way