Tuesday, June 25, 2013

LEADING, THE BLIND

LEADING, THE BLIND ...
(a combination of topics)

Leading, the blind go forward
with a nonchalance
that is breathtaking.
They know not
of the dangers ahead,
free of vision's chains
they surge forward,
fearless,
into a blackness they know
and love.

Their blindness
is inconsequential
to the path before them.
They ask only
that the path be
trusted.
Smoothing rough edges
along the way,
leading to a place
that exists
only in their darkness,
their forward march
will not be hindered
nor thwarted.

The subtle shifts
of greys and blacks
do not prey upon
visions imagined
behind unseeing eyes.
A new perspective
is born.
A new melody
seen.
An new journey
waits
for those who allow themselves
to be led
by the blind.


mebw
© 6/25/13

Monday, June 24, 2013

LIFE IN A PARALLEL UNIVERSE

LIFE IN A PARALLEL UNIVERSE

You are gone,
living your life
in a parallel universe
where our hands
and our lips
never touch.
You speak,
I hear your voice
but the words are strange
and I don’t understand.
I sing,
but the melody gets lost
in the space
and the words garbled
by time.
I see you
as if reflected
by a mirror of my own creation.
Nothing else has changed,
your days are still the same.
The only thing missing
is me.

Mebw
© 6/24/13

WHEN I DON'T WANT THE WORLD TO SEE ME

WHEN I DON'T WANT THE WORLD TO SEE ME

I have a mask.
It has a painted on smile
and wide, friendly eyes.
There is a small basin at the bottom
to catch my tears.

I have a recording,
my voice from brighter days ...
cheerful, pleasant.
The sing-song lilt hides
the catch in my throat.

I have a costume.
I am a circus clown
and all the world laughs
at me, with me, it matters not.
When I don't want the world to see me

I simply put on my facade
and in the dark
I cry.

mebw
© 6/24/13

Sunday, June 9, 2013

ON THE VERGE OF YEARS

ON THE VERGE OF YEARS

She is just fourteen, and thinks she knows
all there is to know about life, and she shows
it off in an off-hand kind of comment
about the state of the world, and we should lament
these grim times ...
on the verge of years
way beyond her time.

She is twenty-five, not that old at heart
growing up too fast, wants a new start
a chance for a life that works out for a change
finding it hard to leave that fast lane ...
not yet her time ...
on the verge of years
falling back into time.

More than fifty is she, with grey in her hair
two not so young children still in need of her care
but the loneliness that comes in the dead of the night
cannot be filled by children in her sight
sad, sad, times
past the verge of years,
the ending of time.

mebw
© 6/9/13

Friday, June 7, 2013

STILL WAITING

STILL WAITING

Here I sit,
still,
waiting for something
to move me.

Heavy
with fear,
with sadness,
with a hollowness
that is breaking me
I am paralyzed ...
still waiting.

Waiting
for some change,
some grand turn of events,
some word of wisdom
(or comfort)
that still never comes.

I simply sit,
still,
still here,
waiting simply
to not be
still here ...
still waiting.


mebw
6-7-13

Sunday, June 2, 2013

TO SISTER ONESELF

TO SISTER ONESELF

I come from within my Self
there is the seed
I planted
long before I became
ME.

I continue to journey
loving my Self
along the way.
I offer kind thoughts
to my past,
send forth dreams
to my future,
love my Self
in this present.

In an eternal dance
I go step
by precious step.
I celebrate Me ...
I embrace who I am.

I leave a bit of Me
behind ...
to sprout
to grow
to bloom
in her own time

Embraced by the All
of Me.


for you! My Soul Sister
Sharron Katz!
mebw
© 6/2/13

BROKEN BALLERINA

BROKEN BALLERINA

She aches
reaching for dreams
just beyond her grasp
on tip-toes balancing
until she tumbles
gasping for breath
empty handed
and dreamless.

She cries
washing in tears
the blood that stains
her slippers
broken and mangled
dancing feet no longer able
she stumbles with each step
falling broken
to the floor.

She dances
twirling in her mind
leaping over puddles
that do not exist.
Broken ballerina
trembling in fear
what new pain
what new tears
will tomorrow's dance bring.

mebw
© 6/1/13