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I miss it you know.
Feeling the keys,
dancing beneath my finger tips
pattering raindrops on top of empty shells.
"Shells? What shells?" you may ask.
The shells hiding the marble.
Can you find it?
No. That was a wrong guess.
Your eyes have detoured your mind
Just as my mind detours
Hiding the words, my smooth round marble,
Passionate pink lips cannot say.
Looking down I am watching
my fingertips dancing.
Yes, that is what I miss. Dancing fingertips
striking keys, stroking thoughts,
caressing images...
Detour.
I miss it you know.
Writing myself into alphabetic characters,
silent symbols,
anticipating the rhythmic tone,
shells oscillating,
Uncovering the marble
Breathing me back to life.

Happy New Year

transparent curtains closing
gazing eyes hypnotized at the crystal ball
lowering
amongst thundering voices
whistles piercing
human emotions spreading like
peanut butter and jelly
or
chili peppers with anchovies
gaze deep into your crystal ball
capture everything dear to you
love life
live to love.


Happy New Year

smiles and hugs,
jessie

The Ride

come ride with me on flaming red dreams
sealed among borders of the onyx sky
flying towards heaven
sparkling lights we become
intertwining, exploding,
combustion;
One

Crunching leaves beneath my boots
our steps are not in time
blowing wind
minus moving limbs.
life, a frosty design.
we keep walking,
minus voices talking
silently singing out-of-tune.
reaching the edge looking down below
contemplating direction our wind will blow.
one last time
turning facing one another,
falling snow
streaming down
our lips touch together, with
breathing whispers
fading desires, destiny is foretold.

I wish I knew you then when you were small
do you think of me
are you the same boy now as you were then or
has life chased away your childhood dreams
do you wonder if life chased away mine
would I have noticed you in teenage years
would you have noticed me
I imagine you with longer, curly, dark locks,
have you ever wondered about me

so many years passed—like an old Roberta Flack song,
"The first time ever I saw your face..."
I smiled inside.

Now memories flow through gray matter passages,
memories of you sitting with open arms,
a quick touch of your hand on mine,
an encounter in the stairwell,
gossip of your world,
I wish I knew the intricacies of your heart
do you think of me,
I still think of you

For My Son

There’s stillness in the house now.
It was there before, but I had tricked my mind into
Believing it was only temporary.
My eyes are fully open now—this is my new reality.
Longing to see your black car in our driveway, yet
Knowing the cement will be vacant.
Your new life has begun.
Memories rush through my mind
Pictures, videos, flying like autumn leaves.
Rustling images, Imax quality, 3D vision, surround sound,
Filaments of days, years that passed quickly by.
I long to hold you in my arms,
Run my fingers through your buzzed hair
Kiss your bearded cheek.
You have entered a new rite of passage.
How could eighteen years
Sweep through our lives like
Fluttering wings of butterflies?
My boy is now a man.
I will love you always my boy,
My man,
My son.
There is stillness, but not in
My heart.

We took my son to college over the weekend. Even though his commute time is small, and he will be home on weekends...it's not the same. It's harder than I thought it would be.