Becoming

Hum

Every step takes me somewhere new.

I cannot go where I have been;

Always, always, I am building who I am

With the materials around me,

Discarding this,

Reworking that,

Becoming.

The road little matters,

For it is what I do with it

That will bring me

One step at a time

To my Destiny.

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Imitation

fall reflection

 

You are the gold

and I the reflection;

I am the copy,

You, its perfection.

If I can but mimic

Your brilliance and hue,

Impressionist painting

could point hearts to You.

Perhaps

Petticoats

 

Perhaps if petticoats were pearls

And thoughts were stars with chocolate swirls,

Moments wrapped in petalled lace,

Where tear-drop diamonds hold in place

Bright fairy-wands, of age-old make

Fair magic-wrought, for magic’s sake –

Then I could keep you here with me,

Shut out the worst catastrophe,

Bind our hearts with fairy glue

So I could always be with you.

Sleeping Beauty

baby iris

 

Long has she lain,

poisoned by an apple

that should never have reached Eden.

The kiss, when it comes,

stirs,

wispy, a dream that eludes

upon rising;

it revives the tender recollection

that she waits,

not for an awakening,

but for a

Resurrection.