Latest Poems

Hello dear cherubs:

Some of you have inquired about my latest poems, so here are a couple of them. Enjoy!

Frozen

The somnambulists walking through the maze and it was just like every other morning except

This time there was an ambulance picking and tearing its way through and so we waited on a small piece of cement.

We stood there and watched the gentle edging of cars and cell phones barely hearing. The ear buds clearing out the gloom.

I fixed my eys on the bus.

The ambulance was gone.

The woman walked.

She walked as if there was nothing in the world to protect her, as if there was nothing in her way or worries or life or lights.

I cried out.

I might have said "stop, or wait, or watch out". I don't remember.

I remember crying out and then my eyes fixed on the bus driver whose window was open.

His face ashen beneath his black face. Our eyes locked.

The woman walked on. And so did I.

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This is an older poem. But I like it, so here it is.

Random

A night worth waking with questions.

I float you see.

I wander and touch things -- the diamond eyeball TV stares back at me, it's 3 AM.

Not worried, not aching, not tense but there are so many ideas.

One hopes one is halfway through but you never know it could be near the end.

I wander and touch things -- I hear regular breathing and every so often a car goes by.

A night worth waking with questions.

I sift you see.

I wander and things things -- my questions are unanswered but that's okay.

Not super human, no frightened but there is so much to comprehend.

One hopes one's children might find teh center, but one is never sure, it could never happen or it could.

I wander and touch things -- there is a lovely aroma from the flowers on the table.

A night worth waking with questions.

I feel you see.

I wander and touch things -- I hear my heart, my heart which I have tried for so long not to hear.

I live entirely within this husk that is changing so rapidly I cannot even define it.

I hope there will be definition soon.

I wander and touch things -- the light filters through my window like dust.
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As I strode toward the station the moon, earthlit, rose above me.

The sun behind me did not warm my neck.

In the sky with unequal love.

The deer frozen in the capsule of a moment, I hurtled toward her.

Her eyes luminescent like the moon, there was no time to live my life again.

At the last moment she moved and yet it feels just like I hit her broad on, the way she was standing, burying her hooves inside my heart, inside the celestial beings who shone down and did not care.

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Happy New Year dearest cherubs.

Margaret