Knowing 17/155

I have been a dumb blonde most of my life

I am not suggesting I am thick, like

Just that all my conversations are rife

With high mountains I am afraid to hike

Sweet hidden barbs of all the things that scare

Little secrets that only I could know

An unwelcome hole in my underwear

A big gap that suddenly starts to show

I mind that gap in my integrity

That traps my nerve endings in a dark vice

Eroding the voice of my dignity

I am a drip, drip a wafer thin slice

Who in tarnation am I meant to be

Ah yes, I know, I am meant to be me

Micro Anorak 16/155

I think I am an anorak, Oh Yeah

God is in the detail of all nature

Small beautiful landscapes, appear, confess

The latent force of their hidden future

Withering plants hold tomorrows sweet pods

Held on a stalk of a dying Mother

Declaring their destiny to the Gods

We all get lost in the wide scream of life

focussing on our intimate drama

Still perspective is the Devil's dark wife

Freezing us in a strange diorama

I scratch the surface with my micro lens

The cycle is not harsh, it just pretends

The Tempests Seed 15/155

You have to be brave to admit new peace

We've clung to the rocks of our perspectives

Serving our own argumentative beasts

Certain of our own moral invectives

How to release through waves of confusion

that permeate this steely certainty ?

Is the white flag an illusion

Or does it require a response from me?

This is what we want and all that we need

But letting go is a subtle art form

From the razors edge and tempests seed

new born trust is taunted by righteous scorn

This is the wrong kind of adaptation

in such a delicate situation

Vanities Cage 14/155

Fat face let go of your simpering rage

Beneath the bile you are a Lioness

Release dignity from vanities cage

Listen to the words of the wise witness

I have been with you all along the line

I have listened to the words you have said

And placed in places with different signs

To deflect the light while your warm heart bled

I felt your confusion and frustration

The fear and sense of inadequacy

filling the shadows of every situation

immune to your emotions fluency

All ways and forever striving to be

Resisting the grace of just being me

First Garment Fetish 13/155

Oh I remember that blue crotched dress

I can feel it against my skin today

I could never wear it without a vest

Triangular holes for small finger play

that is the way it's magic was woven

Sky blue wool pyramids of Nana Love

It made me feel that I had been chosen

Crotchet couture that fitted like a glove

Then one day my Mother came to see me

This caused Nana visible sadness

As I didn't belong to her you see

A grey cloud replaced her normal gladness

I wish I could tell her what I now know

Sometimes it's okay to let someone go

Travel Proximity 12/155

Moving through a forest I see trees

I know you would expect that wouldn't you

from the train window swaying in the breeze

"Who will get the jab against that Swine Flu"

Suddenly so intensely distracted

Soaking up the words of fellow trav'lers

Explanations so deep and protracted

Whispered about the illness that was hers

She would of course be first in that queue

Of the worthy and deserving cases

She took some pride in that as you would do

If you'd ever dealt with lesser places

To come first is such a beautiful thing

It appeared she had spent her life waiting

The Secret Magic Life of An Eye Shadow Pallet 11/155

I bought bright eye shadow on the King's Road

When my daughter was a very small girl

A saturated and rich eyelid load

That turned me into an exotic whirl

I twisted and sparkled like a Cosmic Queen

A Femme Fatale, an Infinite Force

Escaping the pressures, my daily scene

Lonely single Mother, post The Divorce

My beautiful daughter, now a pre-teen

Stole the compact for her U.S.A trip

She painted friends’ faces dazzling lime green

Using the special shades on someone's lip

This struck me as somehow so outrageous

But breaking spells is also courageous