Kindred Spirits
Who to You?
by Shelly Cofield
The sunlight rests upon the ocean
And in your eyes I can see the beginning of a million stars
The twilight twinkle of someone who really loves you
Our minds mesh into a mold of harmony
Announcing the true melody that is known by only lovers in love
By two halves of a whole who have finally found their soul
The spinning in the euphoric infinity known by little, adored by all
Call to me in this dark light
Address me as the goddess you have longed to find
And when the bright new day arrives
Forget me not
For I am your goddess, your euphoric spinning, your perfect half
I am singing, twilight, stars, and sunlight
I am to you
Losing You
by Deidre Abrahamsson
Remember how I used to cut your hair?
I would slide the razor across your scalp in rows,
careful not to nick,
careful to leave your locks a little longer on top.
I would glance at you, see your soft brown eyes,
as you watched me transform you, in the mirror.
How I long to be there again,
to feel your face in my hands,
to watch your brown hair fall away,
to brush it from your shoulders,
to sweep it from the floor.
I would admire my work, proudly, as if I created you.
I'd run my fingers through the softness,
like I did the first time when I sent waves of electricity
through you, with my touch, and we both knew.
Wild Wind
by Deidre Abrahamsson
The air is heavy
with promise.
A new morning.
Grey clouds
tinged black.
The bare trees
wave in protest
against the warmth.
They want to sleep,
and I do too.
Snuggled under
Gavin's blanket,
lost in an amusement park
blurred between Liseberg
and New York City.
With only a few kronor
in my pocket,
not even enough for a ride--
and they don’t invite me,
invisible--
and Kate on the phone--
I’ll meet you ar 3rd Avenue
and 5th.
Or was it 5th and 3rd?
Heading west.
A cat cries, waking me.
I rush to get ready
and run for the train--
not a peep from Gavin--
caught up in the wild wind.
The air is heavy with promise.
Tied Tight
by Sandra C. Herbert
You just want to
bust out
scream out
ball out
But this life
of habits
and everyday ritual
keeps you chained
and tied tight
So you smile
politely when
shaking hands
and pretend
that the
grinding doesn't
shorten your
teeth--
shorten
your life
And at night you
pray that
tomorrow won't come
Will-o-Wisp
Smoky veil, a wall of fog and
frost flowers line the road.
The lights are holy with
haloes of fog.
All hallowed.
Hale and hollow
we creep along.
There are no boundaries
between this world
and any beyond.
Substance is elsewhere,
here you're see-through--
transparent, dim.
A foggy sprite, a spirit
a frosted flower, a frozen field.
I know you, spirit.
I ken you.