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This last week dragged along, poor vagrant days just trying to get by, no purpose, no meaning no happiness, only disappointment I should have been with you but found myself instead hundreds of miles away alone beneath a cruelly hot desert sky this last week became a test seeing how patiently I could pass each hour each moment bringing me infinitismly closer to you. August 30, 1999 |
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| I watch the sun sink below a distant treeline as the wisps of clouds turn yellow then pink then red then purple water laps against the dock, water all around me murky in the twilite casually winking here and there with hilites of bright gold a cool nite breeze comes in over the lake chasing away the remains of the day utter stillness and peace settle in my heart and mind and soul all the cares and worries of the life left in the city seem meaningless and miniscule and so far away I am in a new world it would seem - enormous in its solitude- where nothing exists but this very moment |
The lamp glows softly on the table scenting the evening air and moths beat in futile gestures against the screen, trying to reach its flame A canoe glides by on the lake its solitary paddler silhouetted against the darkening waters A campfire dances and spits on the far shore bright orange animating a still landscape of dark blues and deep shadows Marshmallows melt in my cocoa the ballgame is on the radio the cat is purring on my lap and this is one of life's perfect moments. July 07, 2000 |
| August 1999 |
It's been months now, the seasons passing from summer to fall to winter ... the days are now so short and the nites endless I've sought comfort in the arms of others and have come to hate them just because they are not you They have given me gifts and taken me on trips and fallen in love, holding out their hearts to me But my heart remains a stone my mind cooly calculating the irony They chase me and I chase you and we all despise those who pursue I plan how when we come to meet again I shall coldly spurn your attentions hold my emotions untouchable shade my eyes with a far away look still the flutter in my heart with icy steel chains Perhaps occasionally I shall still use you to calm the burning that knaws and spreads thru my belly but you will wake alone never knowing that it was only when you were asleep enjoying the selfish slumber of the sated man it was only then that I whispered softly against your ear I love you |
| I hold this stone irregular in shape, polished smooth and hard I hold it in the palm of my hand and run my fingers around its many planes I hold this stone with an elk carved upon its face In Arizona the Indians say this is a symbol of strength of agility of freedom I love the feel of its agelessness and its solidness Comfort and focus lie in its slight weight I will give this stone to you as its very characteristics reminded me of you Embody all I could wish for you May it bring you strength, agility .. and freedom .. |
| August 1999 |
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| Hello there - this is Norma-Jean and I'd like to welcome you to my writing pages. If you're a return visitor, you'll notice things have been revamped a little. The longer I work at this web site, the better the design and layout get ... As these poetry pages were some of the first things that went up, they were due for some renovations. If you're a first timer here, I'd like to let you know that this is just one "chapter" in a big "scrapbook". At the bottom of this page you will find two menu bars - one to go from one page of writing to another; the second will help you navigate from one section of the site to another. Even if you go nowhere else within these pages, please do visit my homepage and sign my guestbook ... let me know you were here and what you thought!! |
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