Don't write about pets,
Well, I don't bother to.
Or scribble metaphors
About meteors, the moon, and stars
Caught in jars without holes.
I don't wax on about my lawn,
Or wax off on matters of law.
I don't know the difference
Between love and hate;
Feeling both so intensely breaches distinction.
I used to love, but now abhor
It's cause for loss of self.
So, I write on self-understanding.
I'm not a cat, a crescent or shooting star,
I breathe outside the jar,
Outside the envelope
Where I can't get licked.

I am falling into
a blue hole in my soul
full of the sea
descending

this emotional deepscape
so far under my knowing
makes of me a wanderer --
a discoverer --
of my abyssal, hidden soulsea

thus it is, to be untethered
falling to magical
places
where deepwater hot springs
bloom
falling into deep water
where grow corals
and vent animals
odd, rare species
unknown to me

the soul pressure ---
intense
the soulwater ---
murky and warm
the soul life ---
lit from within


c. 2017 Roberta Compton Rainwater

So, what are we? Can we share a bond?
A bond that can be strong
Through any situation
Even if you or i may be gone?

Time has slipped past me
As i am in your presence and glory
You have set my wonders free
And i wonder if this 'we' can be..?

Memories you have made
I hold on tight hoping for it to not fade
The thought of you here is my jade
But you leaving would make me afraid

Your impression on me isnt hard to find
Encrypted in my mind
Of all the times you were caring and kind
Just rewind

Can you see that you mean so much to me?
So, what are we?