what you find

WHAT YOU FIND

I hope you find
what you are looking for
behind the curtain,
tinted glass,
behind the slightly
opened door.

I hope it leaves you
satisfied.
I hope it leaves you
filled.
I hope you find
the taste sublime,
and rough waters
stilled.

I hope you find a
sweetness
and a freedom in
release.
I hope it gives you
comfort,
I hope it gives you
peace.

And when you find
you are all alone,
I hope the things
that you looked for
do not chill you
to the bone.
mebw
© 3/27/16

acrostic

Suddenly I feel
Outrageously overwhelmed, the
Meager moments of time
Eventually are not enough.
Take your time.
In fact, why bother?
My feelings mean nothing.
Endings, beginnings
Sadly, they become the same.
Interesting
Having had what I wanted,
And knowing I now do not
Takes my breath away.
Everyone sees my pain,
Maybe.
Yesterday
Love filled my heart
Inside now, I am dry
Finding ashes , scraps
Everywhere.
mebw
© 3/26/16

time

TIME

When will you have
time for me?
When will you be
just a little bit free?

Free to talk,
Free to walk,
Free to be with me …
only me

When will you have
some free time?
If not now,
when?
And maybe then …

too late it will be.
mebw
© 3/24/16

tribute to our LADY

TRIBUTE TO OUR LADY

Lady, sweet Lady!
Has it only been
a few days
since you barked
and ran
and begged for food,
since out doors you played?

Lady, Pinchowa!
It has only been
a few years
since you were
christened
with a new name
and with us played
new games.

Lady, sweet Lady!
How you would bark
when we met
stand your ground
nearly growl
until petting you
made you forget
to be sassy and mean …
Oh look!
You were Queen!

Lady, Oh Lady!
Has it just been
a few hours
since we looked
in each others’ eyes
sin we heard
each others’ deep sighs?

Lady, sweet Lady!
Now you are gone.
Play free of pain now,
You are where you belong.

 

RIP, sweet, Puppy, you were so very loved,
you are still, so very missed.

mebw
© 4/22/16

A MEMORY

A MEMORY

There is a memory
.. right
.. .. there
at the edge
of my sanity
between oblivion
and ecstasy
.. right
.. .. there
teetering
at the edge
of nothingness
caught
by the thread
of hope.

I can almost feel it
softening my edges
as it purrs its way
along.

I can almost hear it –
the happy hum
of what once was
nearly buzzes
at my ear.

I can almost taste it –
dried tears and
laughter,
hot sweat and
sobs.

I can almost see it
lurking behind my eyes …
lurking,
almost …

There is a memory
.. right
.. .. there
at the edge of hello,
falling into good-bye.

mebw
©3/20-21/16

dilemma of contentment

DILEMMA OF CONTENTMENT
What is it about contentment
that causes such discontent,
has me searching for more?
What is it that I am searching for?
If I am pleased with my life
as it is here and now,
why must I keep looking?
What is it I think I should be hooking?
Is it within my soul,
this wanderlust?
Am I truly the one thinking happy I cannot be?
I’m not wild enough and I am not free.
Does this fearful thinking
come from outside myself …
some other, bitter, bitter soul
unhappy, miserable, not whole?
What is it about contentment
that breeds such discontent?
You can take your negativity,
in my contentment I am free!
mebw
© 3/17/16