with the big grin
looking like a crescent moon
hanging on its side
like a piece of apple pie?

Will he be as I remember him
with the octopus’ arms
that wrap around me eight strokes?

Will he be as I remember him
laughing until his head falls
off and lands on my feet
making us both look like hyenas?

Will he be as I remember him
talking up a storm cloud
of lightning, blinding us both
with bolts of electric energy in this
afternoon heat?

Will he be as I remember him
my first-born son, taken
from me so young, and then taken from
me again?

He will be remembered
as green as the meadows
sweet as the ripen apple on the tree
fury as the squirrels
chasing the lot
fondly

I’d set
Them down,
One by one,
Just beyond
My mat,
So I could
Be
Alone
In my skin
And my head.
And when
I was
Enough
To be
And not be,
Alone,
And I drew
Them close,
One by one,
To watch
My eyes
In theirs.

I would be cutting myself
Down the middle and
Exposing my bones

But

I'm feeling brave

And if the songs of my bones
Can soothe just one other person
It would be worth it

How sweet is the sound
Of the songbird's spritely tune
On this summer morn

You took my heart and beat it to the ground I feel you're love-hate, I feel the cuts eating at my dulcet heart making it cold, please let go.

Judy Emery © 1980
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Judy Emery

I will keep saying I Love you if you want me to
But I just want to be free and no longer bleed
Why can you see?
My heart is not made from gold
I want you to please let me go,
you don't have to be so mean
given me, all these darken dreams,
I will say  to you if you want me to
that I love you but you know it isn't true.

Judy Emery © 2002
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Judy Emery