The grass is brown and dead stillwith winter's numbness and chill, and the cutting windmakes the air hard and sharp.But time and sunshine can reviveand soon will soften reluctance into a warm welcome.
First Day of Spring
Glacier
I have the patience of a glacier, strong with my own power, leaving my imprint in my wake. I'm steady in my course, but outside forces are wearing me down and I'm not sure how long I can hold out. (Will you still be around?)
Shrouded and Clouded
I prefer my life shrouded in secrecy, clouded in mystery, keeping the details close to me. It's not that I'm not friendly, I just don't have the energy to converse freely about what's going on with me. I'm totally at ease simply to let things be.
Conversations in a Dark Room
I wouldn't say there's a party in my head, but there are a few small groups talking quietly with drinks in their hands, in the shade of tall potted plants. They're wearing black. It's almost like a funeral, surrounded by people I knew years ago and have never seen again. I practice saying the things... Continue Reading →
Love Letter to Nature
When I have poured out all my kindness and feel I've gotten nothing in return, you reply in your silent ways to remind me I am not alone. The sun and moon watch over me like ever-faithful friends, and after each winter, no matter how severe, blossoms and greenery always reappear. And if I turn... Continue Reading →
Wordless Heart
When I have no more love to give And not enough coming in My words filter through the cracks Of my broken heart And form a heavy solid mass That I cannot move or shake And there's nothing I can say
Ghosted
Confessions of love hang in the air She's sent him messages But doesn't know if they've gotten there Time moves incredibly slowly This man, him only Is the one she wants She waits for his response Her head pounds, hands shake She anticipates a heartbreak
Until Death and After
She didn't mean it lightly When she said she'd love him until she died No matter what happened between them It's hard to hate a good guy Of course, she would've liked to stay together And fall asleep beside him every night But even though it couldn't be that way She was confident her heart... Continue Reading →
Losing the Game of Love
The optimism had to come to an end In the basement is the hope chest Once again gathering cobwebs And the disappointment settles in Seeping through the walls, so thin That's what you get for believing Kept awake by your heartbeat Pounding at unnatural speed As you follow where the dark thoughts lead That in... Continue Reading →
Unfulfilled Love Potion
She held the bottle close The scent was strong in his nose So intense he thought he would choke With the loveliness of it all But before he had a proper taste That drink soured and went to waste And he'll spend the rest of his days Haunted by his startling downfall
Michelle Wicklow 