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Mary-Eliz Mar 2018
futility
stupidity

incivility
hostility

ignobility
scurrility

­instability
destructibility

servility
vulnerability

thumping chest virility
irresponsibility

insensibility
winning, an impossibility

disability
morbidity

sadly inevitability

~war~
  Mar 2018 Mary-Eliz
Ciel Noir
Our words are like the dewdrops on a web
Which shimmers in the pale light of the Moon
They borrow light from borrowers of light
Illuminating the invisible
The brilliant mechanics of nature
The cruel nature of its brilliance
Lie waiting in the dark to capture us
Our words can light them up like chandeliers
  Mar 2018 Mary-Eliz
Cana
This I write to you
From the deepest sea
Where the gentle swell
rolls the boat softly

For it is here I am left
To contemplate my life
And the choices I’ve made
That extol my strife

I made them then
What’s done is done
They’re mine to own
Each and every one.

But I am the product of
These decisions of mine
And I’d do them again
Time after time

And so, this I write to you
From the deepest sea
Where the gentle swell
rolls the boat softly

And all I can say is I’m sorry.
To me.
I am literally in the middle of the sea. With nothing but my thoughts to entertain and torture me.
Mary-Eliz Mar 2018
Beloved new child
love incarnate
your spirit brings great bliss
with smile so endearing
eyes full of life
cheeks as soft as a kiss

May you always know
how much you are loved
and how much is within
your reach

Sweet be your dreams
few be your storms
with rainbows following each

May music and song
abide in your heart
a dance ever at your toes

May you know harmony
contentment and love
and may you stay
eternally young
Mary-Eliz Mar 2018
I saw a walkway
a walkway
to sunrise
first time
it appeared
I ignored it

If you pass it by once
you might miss the chance

I said to my stubborn
mind as we passed

But my mind would not listen

through the sands by the shore
we kept on
the sands that gather and drift
into mounded bulwarks  
that try to control
and contain
the sorrowful
crash
of life's waves

the sands that fall
in a steady stream
silently
cyphering
siphoning
days

inside
a figure eight
made of glass


continued through surf,
tides high and tides low
undercurrents
pulling us down
losing our step
then righting again
till steadied
upon solid ground

along concrete highways,
back roads and byways
grassways and passways
through brambles crossed
and twisted
hopelessly
tangled

lost
in utter despair

tired after all the rambling and roving
my mind stops

seeks the walkway again

finding it brings no relief
it leads the other way 'round
no longer to sunrise,
no longer to dawn
but to sunset,
evening
then
darkness instead
I have a picture of a well-worn, but solid pier with a gorgeous sunrise "at the end of it" - I had captioned it "walkway to sunrise' - it looked as if you could just walk right into the sunrise.
  Mar 2018 Mary-Eliz
alexa
she is a charcoal sketch.
she is dark,
jagged at the edges, rough.
she is only a first draft--
soon the pencil marks will be erased
and the best is yet to come.
not only is she a watercolor painting--
pastels bleeding together until
you can't find where
each emotion stops and starts--
but also the dark Sharpie lines
etched in arcs on said painting,
a beautiful composition of
daydream and nightmare.
she is cracked clay.
she crumbles easily, powder
breaking off from her sculpture
in such a way that
no amount of glue will ever reattach.
she may be broken and
cracked in all the wrong places but
sometimes imperfections add beauty
to an otherwise ordinary masterpiece.
  Mar 2018 Mary-Eliz
Patricia LeDuc
As I soar around the room
I like it up here
As I fly and fly and fly
I see her down there
Weeping and suffering
Please let me take away her pain
She should be happy not sad.
I go down to let her know I can help
She doesn’t see me she doesn’t care
Is that me I wonder?
As I look down below

I come crashing to the floor
Manic no more
September 7th 2016
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