Her Father's Eyes

Her father's eyes
like reins drawn tight in thought
choosing carefully the answer

His spoken words with purpose
calming and soothing to his child of thirty-two
further binding issues close to home

But permitting her to hear
his pronouncement on her life
The anger in her eyes said all
 

NET POEM OF THE MONTH

JULY

Old Man

I saw an old man today and He was dying.
He neither smiled nor frowned.
He had the look of a thousand wasted years
pained on His withered face.
His wife stood by Him holding her own hands
in silent deafening defeat.
His children were not there.
He shared none of their victories or joys.
Each breath of life exhaled a certain final end
one that never had a beginning
His breath that never shared a passion, a hope, a dream
His breath that was never trapped by a lover's kiss
 

Marie
 

Silent Wish

The wish was mine only love would know
Broadened with time from so long ago
Deepened with pain which hurt me so
Soaring so high with nowhere to go
Giving me hope you never would show
Only finding silence in my final breath

Marie