Third Glass

... and the Moscato got my mental notes so staccato...

The third glass 'll have that ass...
thinkin' things that should not've been thought or--
Seekin things that should've never been sought
Tryin to lick a new memory that you'd vow to never forget
Make me recall things that I'm sure have not even happened yet
Want another the chance to pull my amethyst
Every instance vow to stay within set parameters
Daring always to smile that sexy smile
I especially love when we fail to meet eye to eye
Apologies are formality but are not really heart felt
Stares with no words that will make your heart melt-- and cry
Run that tongue over the K-9's
Just considering the vision reminds me there's no need for K-Y
Once received, so I gotta throw it back
(Like you already know I throw it back)
Captured in universes parallel in which time and you are still mine
So I'll say once more-- you define Fine
Swimming back to reality...
Though my real is surreal, I can't lie
All because I had that third glass of wine...

Queen Poetess B Copyright © 2009

Especially for Them

...it is known, you know? And its wrong, right? Yea, that's why I write...

Withdraw from me all emotion
Thanks for caring so little that it was just enough to let me know that your fruits lack actual nutrition needed to strengthen such a Queen
Enlightenment at one time
Now is revealed in true light
leaving me light-headed, but not light-hearted
Claiming to be love, when you are a true embodiment of its exact opposite
Why did you turn away from me?
This, what? my second dark hour?
Do you withdraw because you don't know what to say?
Oh, but you passed your judgment years ago...
Maybe I wish I never knew you
Maybe I never did
For if I am aware of nothing else
I am acutely aware of my own pain
So I appreciate the warm smiles and shifty eyes that greet mine because in the4se actions are more than the seeming emptiness and awkward silences they may appear to be
They judge me not and share my grief without words
Not many are those who would endure an uncomfortable silence with me, so hydrangeas and begonias replace presence but still differ from those who flee
I appreciate you all-- for I still understand that we each have our own way
And really, I still know the pendulum swings
like the world turns, and grass grows
while waves roll in with high tide crashing upon the shore
But I especially want Them to know
Either you are counted or discounted
Left or right, black or white-- and I do not choose, for I am humble enough to realize my place
and you will, with the power you so believe you wield, attempt to cut me down
So high-- so mighty you have become that you have no idea as to how low you have truly sunken, but...
I continue. I grow. I THRIVE and I am BLESSED-- despite you...

Yea. But this isn't really for you. It's especially for Them.

Queen Poetess B Copyright © 2009

Nature's Reflection

Now, in my feelings, they have pulled away
My days fly past with my eyes half mast
Not seeing, not entertaining much outside of counting each day
as it passes
But I love the way Mother Nature never skipped a beat though;
For many, it just may have been weather
But Mother Earth echoed my raw and untended emotion
Manifesting and demonstrating the dreary stability of my heart's climate
Flaunting sunny bright skies on the day she did part
How I thought at first that she, Nature, was spiteful
But I understood later...
She had reserved and opened up her gloomiest sky, and allowed a slow and deliberate weeping for my soul the day of her service
Eyes dry, she released my tears in a light drizzle
and mimicked my damaged state of mind with the light haze of fog lying distant in my wake-- Her Wake
The madness of it all-- her stillness as she lay at peace within her coffin
Cream and white, as if she was telling us she had returned to the land of milk and honey
Brought such confusion in my heart that laughter seemed the only appropriate response, inappropriately
I laughed because I couldn't cry, or because she wouldn't let me
Maybe I didn't need to
And so I just went on. And go on.
But I am still wondering how normal will things ever truly be
After the wake and service, I try to be Strength and Encouragement
But inside I am deeply discouraged
Willing to continue, not knowing if I will
Or if my Will, will
I let myself do the tasks needed
with dry eyes... while my sky cries.
I walk outside and let it cry on me.
For me.
Damn. .. Mother Nature never skipped a beat.

Queen Poetess B Copyright © 2009

Counting Time

...yet another day goes by...

Each day of the past two weeks
I count to the hour just before
I tell myself that two weeks ago, this day
She would live one hour more
It has been hard for me to deal with
But I guess when I grieve, this is my way
I wake up each day knowing
That I will not hear her voice, or see her face on this day
For only in the confines of my mind
Has its echo and vivid imagery never ceased to exist
So maybe each day that I count the time
Reminds me that it is for this long, without her
I still breathe-- I still live.

Queen Poetess B Copyright © 2009