Clearing Out The Studio I find…
Posted on | July 17, 2009 | No Comments
Old random attempts at poetry from another time and place- a life time ago, really.
All from 2004
I am not quite sure
how this happened
why, I withered
in your embrace
always too tight.
It was as if you
intended to keep me
from breathing
every time.
Now free from grasp
it is only my own
thoughts of you
and the cold
words you share
in a voice like
a locked door
that make my chest tight
just as your arms use to.
What was intended
to be giving
always took
something away.
There is so much I do not understand.
There is so much I feel.
Sometimes, the shame, it seems unbearable.
I see I am here- caught between the spaces-
where she is dancing. and he stands watch.
Funny, how seeing
a kiss
made me want to live.
A kiss,
is somehow
worth living for.
I have a daughter,
still small.
Our life
together
once so woven,
now broken.
Sometimes
she would give
me kisses
on the lids
of my eyes.