Heartfelt Ramblings and Lost Causes in Poetry

Walking on air and dancing on water I walk the thin line between pleasure and pain, love and indifference. Question marks dance before me as does your face. The wind blows but the snow won’t fall and the rain was always a memory. I’m dizzied by your call to duty and my call to emotion. In a battle where no one is right or wrong there can be no victor and no defeated, only the fallen. I think ever moment of your hand in mine but I turn my face away. You speak pretty words between disconnects. You steal my breath, then my heart, then raise my unease. Recorded here for all and none to see, a man who can’t remember a time before her. A woman who could imagine life without him, but she is saddened at the possibility. A conundrum and a paradox, a world full of possibilities. The sound of your voice makes me unable to listen, so I close my eyes to hear. And I wonder what you’re thinking when you’re not here to ask. I think only of you. Falling through the sky to be caught be angel wings, then dropped into the hands of demons. Torturous rapture, glorious distress. Raise me up above all and drag me to the depths.
I am yours.

Blue Rose

Hmmmm... Approaching yet another Valentine's day without a sweetheart. Most of the year I don't mind so much, but there are too many flowers and hearts and cuddly stuffed critters this time of year. Makes a girl a bit lonely, you know? And realistically I know I'm too busy and too picky for a relationship right now, but I still think about it now and then. So what kind of guy would I have?

I know a man who married his best friend, who overcame a bad marriage to be with the one he truly loved and had fireworks and magic with. I know a man who was totally devoted to his wife in every aspect while still being the man he was. I know a man who, when his wife became ill, found the finest doctors, the best research and did everything he could to help her. He helped her dress, he sat beside her and helped her wash her hair in the bathtub when she couldn't shower anymore. He brought home flowers every week, and pushed her wheelchair around any town fair or convention center event she wanted to go to. He lived for her and she for him. I know a man who held his best friend's hand as she died, and told her how sorry he was that he couldn't fix it.

I guess I want a man like that.