take a while

and inhale

the stabs of deceit

hurt

no matter how far and few

in between

exhale

pain you feel you will not see like

lies that are acts

invisible to the eyes

a little bit behind. this is for day #5


i want
to be where
you are and more
with you here and there
everywhere

a series of unlikely explanations


he is dead
slumped on a chair

and if i want to
there are many more explanations
of how
he died

but i refused
to say more
than the fact
he is dead now

what i might say
might be unlikely
and you might
want more out of me


#day 4.-napowrimo
this poem is inspired by my husband who is at this moment at the court representing his client in a murder case.

Day #3 cant conjure anything as suggested by the prompt.

Unseen footprints
Of ghosts
Fill the silence
Wish there was more to be said
Yet with the dead
Gone now

It might be a little bit too late

my cats
Gen and Gwen
are purple and green
or sometimes
blue


hated fish and sworn
vegetarians
these are my cats
who had since
forgotten to purr


day #2
prompt- poems that tell a lie

Slowly, silently now the moon
As still as the night
Bear witness
To what the heart remembers
What used to be many moons ago

April 1 2013

quiver of arrows of hope
lost and lonely
on a faraway journey
home