Dark Paradox

Dark Paradox Jan 2011

Alone

She awakens to an empty room
Alone. He left hours ago.
Her children grown with lives of their own
Her days spent alone.
Young enough to still be able to work,
But that choice taken from her.
Friends promises to stay in touch
Fallen by the wayside.
She understands but feels so alone.
He comes home late in the evening
Makes a half hearted effort at conversation
Then takes out his phone.
She is still alone.
She lays next to him in their bed, listening to him sleep
Crying silent tears and has never felt lonelier in her life.

1/20/2011

Dark Paradox Jan 2011

Gray

Gray skies, gray slush,
Cold gray day outside.
Wraps me in a gray cocoon of pain
Wishing it would all go away.

Feeling like the eye of a thunderstorm
Chilly to the bone
Waiting to get warm
Counting the seconds between the lightning strikes of pain.

If it were possible to be in the flames, I would be,
Still the chill clings because it comes from within.
Bones ache and muscles scream,
No one hears but me.

Tears seem to find their way down my face
I am not aware I am crying.
The pain and loneliness just squeeze them out of me
Like an overly wrung sponge

If I mention it to you
There is always that silent eye roll and sigh
Before the question, “Can I get you anything?”
Just some of your time, only time.

There is nothing you can do
But a warm, gentle hug would sure feel nice.
But in my gray world, it is asking too much
To feel warm arms around me.

Retreat is sounded in my head
Nowhere to go but back to my bed.
There I won’t be seen as a constant reminder.
Of whom I’ve become; this cold, gray cocoon of pain.

1/18/2011

Dark Paradox Jan 2011

Snow Day

Watching the talking heads
Tell me how cold it is outside,
I am very glad I am warm in bed
And don’t have to join in that ride.

Snow has frosted our part of the world
With its cold, icy topping of white.
Cars are crawling slowly to work
Hoping not to become part of a giant ice rink.

Some kids get snow days and some have to go,
I wonder who makes these unfair decisions.
With my own long grown I just hope they are safe
And don’t have any icy cold car rink collisions.

So for my own snow day I will stay warm and play
At being the writer I’m not.
I’ll fill my day reading then sleep a few hours away,
And count the few blessings I’ve got.

1/10/2011 This is what you get before caffiene hits the brain.

Dark Paradox Jan 2011

Romantic Symphony

Awakened by your gentle touch,
Your fingers playing over my body.
We have played this symphony before
Each note plucked from your memory.

The high notes are brought by the caress of my *******
You carefully bring the melody;
Flutes play as my ******* are kissed.
It’s getting harder and harder to breathe.

Sleep still feigned I enjoy your symphony as your
Hands conduct the musical torture.
Trying so hard to stay still as I can
When you head south of the border.

I sigh as you follow with hot searing kisses
Trying so hard to awaken me.
I peak at you and a giggle escapes.
Well, my little hoax is all but over.

Down to the ******* you go,
Determined to have your way.
You dip your fingers into the pool of desire
And I float willingly away.

You play my body like an instrument of desire
A maestro of passion you are.
The years you spent learning to play me well spent
I sing the hallelujah song like a choir.

A diva I am and always will be,
You give me a standing ovation.
My maestro gives a contented sigh,
And rolls over and goes back to sleep.

1/6/2011

Dark Paradox Jan 2011

Times Gifts

The cool touch of time skims over my face.
Another year looks back in its place,
Tiny wrinkles begin at my eyes and my brow,
Signs of times passage. No escape will allow.
My babes are all grown. Men with their own families now.
Grandchildren come and go on their way,
Filling our lives with joy and laughter each day.
Time may be leaving its mark behind
But what gifts it has brought to this life of mine.
A love so true I am amazed by this gift.
My children safe and happy, what more could I wish?
So while I see wrinkles mar my once smooth, perfect skin.
I wouldn’t trade a moment of the time that I’ve been given.

01/05/2011

Dark Paradox Jan 2011

Love Rebooted

In the unexpected silence
I lay wrapped up in your arms.
Remembering the times before when we would lay thus
Before life took away this simple charm.

We talked of simple pleasures and of good times we had had.
We laughed like new, young lovers,
Just enjoying our time alone.
No one bothered us for a few hours. It was me, you, and no phones.

Remember when our love was new and we would talk for hours?
It seemed like there was nothing we couldn’t say
And my feelings for you bloomed and flowered
Into the love we share today.

It takes a simple thing like the power outage of yesterday
To remind one of the simple things that brought us together anyway.
The talking into the early morning hours about any and everything,
The why I fell in love with you; it was because of those long hours.

Life gets so busy and so hectic for us all.
Those few precious hours I’ll remember for a while.
They brought back so many memories
Of the early days of love,

Our love was rebooted yesterday,
By a power failure of unknown cause.
A few hours spent wrapped in your arms.
Just talking with my love.

1/3/2011

Dark Paradox Dec 2010

Mortality

A brush with mortality
Makes one re-evaluate one’s priorities.
Things, stuff, crap; all can be replaced.
But You?  You cannot.

The frailty of our human condition
Hammered home with frightening images.
I cried in fear, in love, in despair.
For You.  Only You.

Helplessly waiting for this thing to abate,
Heart pounding terror at the numbers.
Trying hard to be tough, strong, failing miserably.
My strength is You.  My rock is You.

Tears again, but this time in relief,
The Reaper turned away at the door.
More time has been given for us to be living.
For You, My Love. For Me.

12/13/2010 Dark Paradox