I HEAR YOU
[Voices Unheard]
2009(C)Judith A.Boggess
I hear you.
Hear what you say
as you defend your position,
ignore my reasoning,
blame me, but say:
Not I. Not me!
Oh, deft dealer of
two-pronged words that
pierce soul,
stabs, pokes,
prods emotional excrement,
all the while
denying existence
of pink elephant.
Your silence speaks.
I hear anger radiating
from a look,
see cemented bitterness
weighting lip-corners
into downhill channels,
feel rush of exhaled disgust,
impatience,contempt.
Am I so heinous
to gaze upon?
Is there something
less than suicide,
something less final,
but equally satisfying to you
that I could commit?
Could I bleed all over you
to wash away your humdrum years,
your unshed tears?
Tired, I am of carrying
this yoke of your presumptive
descent into hell,
while you,
all innocent,
deny being player
in this loveless
Chinese checker
game of
obligation,
loyalty,
commitment.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
LIVING LIFE GIVEN
LIVING LIFE GIVEN
2009© Judith A. Boggess
Summer rain ends
fragrant residue
lingers . . .
suspended . . .
inhale
breathe deep
pause
smile
time out
slow down doing
inhale
deeply
stand motionless
one moment
fix the scent
in memory
recall
this needed
embrace
gentle reminder
of treasures found
in daily routine
of living
a life given
2009© Judith A. Boggess
Summer rain ends
fragrant residue
lingers . . .
suspended . . .
inhale
breathe deep
pause
smile
time out
slow down doing
inhale
deeply
stand motionless
one moment
fix the scent
in memory
recall
this needed
embrace
gentle reminder
of treasures found
in daily routine
of living
a life given
FALSE WORLD
FALSE WORLD
2009 © Judith A. Boggess
[Voices Unheard]
False world gave hope
to life turned gray,
melted sour face
greeting each day,
with gift out of the blue,
bringing sunlight and laughter,
unfolding petals
of heart grown cold,
with hug of words
full of joy and remorse for love
foolishly parted,
left so long ago.
Embrace awakens ardor,
a dangled teasing carrot,
so near but out of reach,
far from touch, taste, and smell . . .
left to reminiscence,
resurrect feelings
long buried but never dead—
feelings shuttered,
lamenting in quiet of night.
False world.
Fairy tale ending a lie,
no prince,
no princess,
no sunset ride,
Only temptation left untouched,
and passion lies moldering in cup,
as mind flogs self for excursions into
what cannot be,
cannot be told,
cannot be held,
cannot be kissed.
False world begs: Wait.
Promises not to turn away,
Promises to come one day,
a gift ordained to be opened
when love will not, as in past,
leave again.
It will not be bid adieu.
Older, wiser, restrained, cautious.
What is will not go missing,
what is will not stray,
a vow, heart lived each day.
Yes, older, wiser,
stronger in will,
for through hell and heaven
life’s journey went,
survived decades alone in spirit,
if not in body,
finding love has returned . . .,
it will not be surrendered
whatever the wait,
whatever the cost,
no, no,
not you
ever again,
lost.
2009 © Judith A. Boggess
[Voices Unheard]
False world gave hope
to life turned gray,
melted sour face
greeting each day,
with gift out of the blue,
bringing sunlight and laughter,
unfolding petals
of heart grown cold,
with hug of words
full of joy and remorse for love
foolishly parted,
left so long ago.
Embrace awakens ardor,
a dangled teasing carrot,
so near but out of reach,
far from touch, taste, and smell . . .
left to reminiscence,
resurrect feelings
long buried but never dead—
feelings shuttered,
lamenting in quiet of night.
False world.
Fairy tale ending a lie,
no prince,
no princess,
no sunset ride,
Only temptation left untouched,
and passion lies moldering in cup,
as mind flogs self for excursions into
what cannot be,
cannot be told,
cannot be held,
cannot be kissed.
False world begs: Wait.
Promises not to turn away,
Promises to come one day,
a gift ordained to be opened
when love will not, as in past,
leave again.
It will not be bid adieu.
Older, wiser, restrained, cautious.
What is will not go missing,
what is will not stray,
a vow, heart lived each day.
Yes, older, wiser,
stronger in will,
for through hell and heaven
life’s journey went,
survived decades alone in spirit,
if not in body,
finding love has returned . . .,
it will not be surrendered
whatever the wait,
whatever the cost,
no, no,
not you
ever again,
lost.
DAMN FATE!
DAMN FATE!
February 2008©Judith A. Boggess
Bewildered,
dissatisfied,
irritated,
distressed,
alone . . .
so alone.
ongoing battle,
emotions
roller coaster
high up,
low down,
stomach churns . . .
loyalty . . .
well-chiseled trap,
integrity grins,
bears the rap.
fate deals
cards of chance
places bets into
abyss of possibilities,
with no winning hand.
mirror reflects
unknown alien features,
questions go unanswered,
refusing label of
good,
bad . . .
for what is, is,
what will be
isn’t yet.
Damn fate!
its interminable wait
with dark days
casting lingering shadows,
blanketing hot sun
ready to awake
blossoms fortified
by tarnished tears,
pink hope,
red promises,
green future
rainbow wrapped joy . . ..
Damn fate!
February 2008©Judith A. Boggess
Bewildered,
dissatisfied,
irritated,
distressed,
alone . . .
so alone.
ongoing battle,
emotions
roller coaster
high up,
low down,
stomach churns . . .
loyalty . . .
well-chiseled trap,
integrity grins,
bears the rap.
fate deals
cards of chance
places bets into
abyss of possibilities,
with no winning hand.
mirror reflects
unknown alien features,
questions go unanswered,
refusing label of
good,
bad . . .
for what is, is,
what will be
isn’t yet.
Damn fate!
its interminable wait
with dark days
casting lingering shadows,
blanketing hot sun
ready to awake
blossoms fortified
by tarnished tears,
pink hope,
red promises,
green future
rainbow wrapped joy . . ..
Damn fate!
CRAZY?
CRAZY?
[from Voices Unheard]
2009©Judith Boggess
Crazy?
Do it
Stomp gas pedal
Aim for pole
Fly off friggin’ bridge
Give up control
Let go
No one will miss you
Maybe . . .but not for long.
Crazy?
No.
Tired
Living life’s game
Jumping hoops
Tripping over hurdles
Playing safe
Digging deep
Finding no grace.
Crazy?
Go away
Leave alone
Get out of head
Done talking
Going home.
Going to bed.
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