Winter Storm
by Marilyn McIntyre
Soft ermine hedges
and Cool Whip lawns
the feeder hides half its height
trees dusted lightly
in confectioner’s sugar
the whole world a creamy delight
wind whipping treetops
howling ’round panes
fire crackling straight through the night
everything soft as
that saintly man’s beard
moon shadows in unearthly light
for today God has
touched the land here and then there
changing barren to heaven’s pure white.
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Angel Whispers
by Marilyn McIntyre
Angel Whispers
the time is upon us
rest, rest
clouds of snow
drift gently down
rest, rest
violin, serene
words alone
thoughts untangle
time solely owned
rest, rest
sing to your heart
wordlessly murmur
lullabies and time
to rest, to rest
womb and warmth
rockabye, rockabye
shush, hush, dream
to rest, to rest
listen, feel, fly
the angels whisper
rustle, ascend
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Nov 88Numbers
Last night you called me a miserable bitch
I dreamed of you then
Only fragments remain
Hazy flickering images that
I wish were to my advantage
Of course they’re not.
The pain of losing you is less than,
equal to, or greater than
the pain of being with you
Mathematics was never my strong point
But even I understand that
less than in relation to pain
becomes emotional rather than
rational mathematical numbers.Hungry
I don’t get anything from you
Lots to eat,
But never food for thought.Shadows
Grey gull shadows
Dancing on sun-washed walls
Free, unfettered
Of muscle and sinew
But the price of freedom is high
For the day must end.Phonebook
I leafed through my phonebook
Late one night
and realized there was no one
I could talk to
About nothing at all
all the pain, the indecision are mine
And mine alone.
No one is gripped in my agony
And how do I find words to express it
There are none
Only love and truth can soothe me
And these are illusory in my life
Reach out and touch me
Bring me back to some semblance
Let me find the love and the truth
Or must I be, alone.Alone
And so they sat
He and she
So in love
Yet so alone
Lonely.
The spoke great truths
About one another
Forgave in love
But held the hurt
Alone.
They lay naked
Side by side
Stripped of civilities
But they wouldn’t strip
Defences.
And so they moved
He to his
She to hers
Still held together by
Love.
Now he looks back
She ponders
He wonders
Living in grand style
Alone.
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past presents the future
in synchronistic swimming round
let my people come
master hidden
mentors, muses
music soothes me
doubt assuages
teases, tortures
lay my soul upon my pen
let me lie with sleeping lambs
let my inklings come
flames console me
candles implore
floors for weeping
cool tiles to soothe
ice encases
sorrows, embraces
let my angels come
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