Communique'

[Wahishta]

Favorite Things

Favorite Things

Hot tea with cream
an early morning dream
to laugh until I scream
these are things I love

Kittens with velvet paws
that never bear their claws
Lion in Wizard of Oz
these are things I love

Feeling soft and quiet
not being on a diet
not having to deny it
these are things I love

My favorite lavender scent
saying what I meant
being happy and content
these are things I love

[Wahishta]

Frannie

Frannie

she’s a frail, baby-bird like creature
who lives somewhere between yesterday
and realities I do not understand..

She speaks, with a far away look
of things I understand but
have no words for...

It will be hard for them to let her go....

She suffers, but tries to cover her pain
with the twisting of her hankie
and a plethora of memories
woven into a design that’s neither true
nor untrue....

Her era, long since past,
was one where passion was kept
well hidden and no one
looked past polite metaphors or
deeply into another’s eyes
except in private...

She is the link to life and death for her children..

Like the salmon
who has returned and spawn
now broken, tired and complete,
she waits among the clouds and violets
for a new day and a new form
to continue her journey....

[Wahishta]

I close my eyes

I Close My Eyes


Close my eyes to hear the sounds
of rain upon my window sill
moonlight nights and foggy dawn
where the ocean meets the hills

flowers bloom upon those hills
spring and summer grasses grow
I close my eyes and see them there
all warmed by summers loving glow

children laughing on the beach
playing in the sand and sea
I close my eyes and see me there
and feel the warmth embracing me

memories of times gone by
I close my eyes and smile within
these things will always comfort me
and give me faith again, again

[Wahishta]

New Love

New Love



peaceful brook with boulders singing
trickle slowly cool and tingling
lay upon this sun warmed moss
we’ll share the moment never lost

anxious for that which I see
hidden deep inside you and me
as we clear away past shards of pain
and begin to trust in love again

warm green eyes I fearless see
you’ve survived quite well, though painfully
and built a mighty fortress strong
it could crumble with love’s sweet song

I have no fear to believe again
with all the tools I’ve learned since then
and with the faith as I become
I’m willing to chance your the one

[Wahishta]

Melancholic

Melancholic

In a house filled with depression
behind a wall of shame and fear
We lived beneath a shroud of sadness
in resolve no one could hear....

Cry out! from the emptiness and doom
from condemnation most extreme
the symptoms reaching far inside
they even manifest in dream....

Some want to punish us for weakness
condemn us for what they perceive
to be just our own self pity
it's the stigma they believe...

We are in the grip of suffering
unrelenting in it's hold
we beg you for compassion
to watch a miracle unfold....

Melancholic child of wonder
seniors that have lost their way
fear filled people without vision
there is hope for all today...

[Wahishta]

The Old Woman

The Old Woman


I feigned the loves

that came my way

and longed for those

I could not hold

believed the lies

from hollow hearts

as I look back...

as I grow old...


There were a few

I truly loved

who made the fires

inside me burn

insanity!

I’ve known it’s hold

we ran,

we had a lot to learn...



Today is slow,

each day begins

just as the last

in solitude

and all the loves

that I’ve been in

live in my heart

with gratitude...

[Wahishta]

These are called Flash Poetry....

Explanation
Her hands go back and forth in the air
Gracefully talking more than the words.


Chocolate
I sat in the back of the restaurant eating my hot fudge sundae
That has taken your place as my lover.


Recycle
Tears, warmer than skin
Are the ocean, recycled.
Nothing is wasted.


I Cried For You
Perhaps,
Being honored doesn’t always
Come with a parade.


Your Gone
I wept for all the times
You weren’t able to.
Someone had to shed your tears.


The Last Grasp
Take your hand of my heart
Your grasping at straw.


Alone
Kaleidoscopes filled with broken glass
To entertain me in my hour of need.


Therapy
I learn about my power
To let the victim go.

[trob226]

Very nice word pictures, every one of them. I especially like the sundae that takes the lover's place. How real is that! Haiku would be a good form for you - have you ever tried it?

[Wahishta]

Very nice word pictures, every one of them. I especially like the sundae that takes the lover's place. How real is that! Haiku would be a good form for you - have you ever tried it?

The sundae actually happened...I did it and it's my fav too. I have tried Haiku, but all that counting LOL...
I love poetry/prose...and use to tear the front and back pages out of all my mother's books. I thought (when I was 4) it was there for me...wrong...
Thank you for your kindness...

[Wahishta]