Cave
Rain pours down
Upon her frown
As darkness settles in.
Emptiness the air
Filling her lair,
A cave inside a dream.
Her head hangs low
Eyes for once not aglow,
Intentions flowing downstream.
A candle stands nearby,
Upon a rock cleft high,
Flickering in the wind.
Taken from her, her tokens broken
Her grief remains unspoken
And she becomes laced in the land of Desperation.
Puffy eyes are forming
As from them tears are storming,
Though exotic blue they become.
She falls to her knees,
For change she must find the keys
Which are lost out in the rain.
For now from her quest she decides to resign
Looks to the sky and prays for a sign,
As the candle flickers out.
Flypaper
Sitting alone
Gazing eyes on the sky
Lightning flashing
Thunder rolling.
Lost in thought
Deep in solitude
Heart yearning
Soul reminiscing.
Suddenly stuck
On yellow flypaper
Dead flies all around
A butterfly's private hell.
Nary a being understanding
Nor wanting to;
Wisps of elation
Scattered too far apart.
Stuck to the glue
A wing partly torn
Never to flutter the same again
And not soon enough from it's own private hell.
When I Get Mail
i walk everyday
to the end of the driveway
to the little black box
with it's red flagged beacon.
tis not a bomb
but a beholder of mail;
junk mail and bills
magazines and postcards.
best of all
in envelopes white
come letters for me
which make me faint- just might.
i run from the mailbox
letter in hand;
straight to the shower
my private letter opening stand.
i tear open the envelope
whisk out the letter
and read til i laugh,
cry, and a squeal i utter.
happy a day
mail comes my way.
i reply right away
giddy and glad.
too bad another letter comes not
til next year.
© 1997Binney