My Dear Rose 6/16/14
In this land we seem to hide from life,
However in the fog we dream of life.
Many find an answer with a sharp knife.
Though my heart is only content with strife.
With sudden fears I can no longer bare,
I dream of the roses I may not touch.
As I watch the flames burn, no longer share
This feeling as if I am on a crutch.
Later, I think on thee, she I suppose.
“It takes life to love life” said L. Matlock.
This quickly reminded me of my Rose.
No being can truly be hard as rock.
What’s to happen when I’m gone my dear Rose?
We shall have to see; she had to propose.
- Shawn Myers
- Quinn Singer
Sliding through and between
Code switching takes on a whole new meaning
She's speaking--I'm feeling
She's moving--I'm frozen
Her words--I didn't say that
Her actions-- I didn't do that
What did I come in here for?
What did you say?
Who am I?
I have to retrace my steps
Go back to where we split.
Face the reason, collect up my parts
I use tape these days--
the glue rips the skin when we pull apart again
It doesn't hold as well, but
We need space from one another every so often.
But now I'm driving & her foots on the gas
And now she's taking a selfie & I'm her filter
And I feel sick & now she's smiling
So I get thirsty & she orders a whiskey
So I stand to leave & she walks us to the dance floor
Dancing
And I finally feel my center
and we fall in this rhythm
and for a moment we're connected.
In this moment we are clear.
Slow Dancing
Special moments
can be a slow dance
on an early evening.
The years together
with laughter and
tears,
kept us holding on
to each other,
Even though there
were days
when the music did
spin
too fast.
Yet, when the song
ended,
we both knew
that our steps together
Were in perfect
harmony.
- Michael Greenberg