Love fell laughing into the gulf
between our feet. We burned the lies
to stay warm, those that had lashed us
together, hobbled. Some saw us
as one splendid flesh, to engulf
their own griefs. They were wrong What lies
in us is a hope that belies
all expectation. For both of us
we owe our lives to this new gulf
the gulf, hard-won, that lies between us.
Posted to share with friends at dVerse Poets Pub.
afraid that I have totally screwed up
my chance to bring peace to those around me.
I feel guilty for taking advantage
of your love for crunchy peanut butter,
and shame for the ways I schemed against you.
Each time I picture you, lying spread out
in the kitchen, stiff as a tiny board,
I wince, and hope it didn’t hurt too much.
Next time around the wheel, if you come back
as something bigger and fiercer than me,
please, please, know it was nothing personal.
To share with friends at the dVerse Poets Pub.
with sand-rimmed eyes still arguing
the route. A plain girl is watching
their confusion, coarse cloth on top
of her nursing child, soft singing
gilding the room. The strangers stop,
stunned, as at their journey’s ending
light steals into the coffee shop.
(an Octain Refrain, for friends in the wonderful dVerse community)
* credit to Luke Prater for this wonderful form
Penguin Poems 