A Situation Out of Time

A wave of disillusionment crashed over her, smothering the night’s euphoria. Gracie sat in glacial silence surrounded by the continual ebb and flow of conversation. Just as ocean waves pull at the shore, the sound waves continued to suck away any trace of happiness.

Indiscernible ice formed on the being next to her. It was clear the storm’s effects were felt there too. Realization brought the cold truth home. Nothing was as it seemed even five minutes prior. The idol on the pedestal leaped and ugly cracks clawed their way over the idol’s face.

The night’s festivities altered in her memory, leaving behind a sickness that spread from past to present nightmare. This moment, this storm, will alter the course of Gracie’s future.

grandpa

rough, prickly beard,
licorice/wintergreen treats,
numberless hugs and
30 steps away
'til 1995.

then you were gone,
still here, but not.
i missed you,
the you that went
someplace else.

the busy, always
moving, sometimes
gruff man,
who talked to
my brother and me
and my grandma,

and then you
were gone again.

she misses you
and feels bad.
she thinks she
killed you, like
I did my dog;

but you were already gone.

Tiger

Paths that lead to nowhere and everywhere.
A tiger runs down with quiet feet,
my son walks slowly, ponderously.

Be with me, for a moment, part of my world.

Dead stalks slowly become green again,
Dry heat, wet droplets, daffodil perfume,
invite me to travel down the path, no guide.

I fall up through the blue clouds.
I am alone and joined,
to the flowers, the dirt, the air,
yet still and alone my heart breaks free.

Only I wander through these paths,
watching my son, the tiger, my life.

Ocean

Your problem is vast
and where is your head?
on the tiny grain cast
by your feet, in your bed
after you took your shoes off,
but not your socks
that tracked sand on the way
from the beach and the rocks.

Silly Angry Poem 2

I swear the times
I wander through
the wake of mind
left behind you
the more I find
how little you knew.

Silly Angry Poem 1

You're the best.
I do regret
knowing you more,
you pretentious bore.

You just have to love it. Nothing for months and then a ton in one night. I'm finally caught up. Please don't shun me on facebook. Ann:)