Pages from my notebook: Love's Last Dance

My heart dances for you

Always quick-stepping over arguments,
Only to waltz right back into them.
Your interpretive style drives me wild.
Still, I find myself  dizzy,
Tangoing through the tangles
Between my love and lust for you

You and me, always seen as the perfect pair

Our footwork always battling to take lead
Occasionally causing you crushed toes
Often leaving me with a crushed ego
Now there's no way I can promenade around this square any more
I must finally draw the line
Putting you behind me,
As I back it up  & out of this relationship

♥Reesie

  

(Note: Prompted to write an "un-love" poem, I enjoyed taking my pen to the dance floor for this piece.)

Pages from my notebook: A Series of Unlikely Explanations

"Bright blue skies appear before me
But not as far as the eye can see,
Rather its entire existence, even down to color
Depending on how far drawn my wax crayon-equipped hand can reach
Left at the mercy of a flick of my wrist
To suddenly becoming a purple sunrise to a green sunset

Under this sky grows a rooted miracle,
The fruit it bears still leaves it type undetermined:
A banana, above an orange, next to an apple, under a lime, across from a kiwi.
A crop completely customized to my taste buds liking
Revealing its true ideal image.

Yet even my mastery of such feats,
Taking control of the sky's appearance
Inventing biological impossibilities through trees;
Still I have yet to unlock the mysteries of seeing through invisibility.
Based on what everyone keeps telling me,
No matter how I look at it, I only see 1 parent instead of 2

And that's what it all means to me."

Smiled the child finishing in front of his class.
Taking his picture and his seat,
Eagerly waiting to see who would be next for show-and-tell.

♥Reesie

Pages from my notebook: (Untitled)

On your marks…

Bowed head, closed eyes

Exhales of a last prayer

Displaying faith from devotional practices

As each runner takes the mark behind the lines

Get set…

Raised eyes, revved spirits

A sea of voices roar excited anticipation

Stands of fans ready to witness an 8-lane miracle

8 sets of ears muted to the futile praises

8 sets of eyes focused on an ending destination

8 muscle-armored bodies contracted in preparation  

For crossing the present heat-infused 100-meter hell

Visualizing staying on path without singeing their soles

The sudden thunderous fire of the cap gun

Cracks the consciousness of 8 meditating minds

Racing thoughts are overtaken by actions

Mental detonators triggering 

Signal-relaying nerves surging

Jolting idle legs to life

Rhythmic heartbeats sync to speeding footsteps

Battling for every invisible milliseconds

Completely oblivious of the physical competition on either side

Adrenaline-propelled charges break barriers into victory

Now at the end of their race

Tears of sweat reflect the devotion of the 8 believers

Waiting with worn bodies and weary hearts

Preparing for the final judgment

Determined by numbers on a single stopwatch

♥Reesie