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 Sep 2010 Keith Ren
erin haggerty
a liar in love
a crow in the cold
beginnings ascend
from the carcass of folly
what remains is the will
what survives is what
was there all along
courage is knowing
The woman poured herself another glass of wine,
Like another night alone.
The house was empty,
And the humming of the dishwasher bounced off the walls.
She sat by the window and pulled the black heels off her feet.
This was beginning to get old.
People outside paced in pairs.
Her house was dark.
The only light came from the kitchen,
glowing out to the adjacent ro0m.
She sipped at her wine, and rested the glass on her knee.
With an exasperated sigh,
She threw the wine glass against the opposite wall.
The glass flew, sparkling in the dim light
And merlot ran down the white wall.
She dusted off her hands, and undressed silently.
In the bathroom, she started water for a shower.
In silence, once again, she stood under the rush of water.
An hour's time went by, and the water was shut off.
Without bothering to dry herself, she stepped out,
And fell into bed.
 Sep 2010 Keith Ren
Dorothy A
I am broken
Into bits, it might as well be
My bones--oh, they throb...
And my soul--oh, it moans...

So one might say
"Throw her away"
But God, not you

My heart is squeezed out
My spirit, lowly
Tossed to the wind to and fro,
And so I am forced to my knees

So one might believe,
"She'll never achieve",
But God, not you

Hatred floods my eyes,
Unforgiveness stirs in my soul
Bitter salt, hostile resentment adds
To all my shortcomings

And since because
I ask, "What is love?"
I don't believe it's for me

But it's then that God calls
Like lightning over the plains
He gloriously lights up the way,
A field of faith to the path I trod

And since I feel doubt
I lift my voice with a shout,
"God, why me?"

Because they say,
"Throw her away",
Because they believe,
"She'll never achieve",
I have called you by name

And without love,
There'd be no God above...
So come unto Me
1990s
vanda miss joaquim
lying bruised and battered
on the shore
what is your story

the gift of a lover
given with a smile
with tender words whispered
from a heart filled with hope
and a body aching with desire

or perhaps
you carry in your memories
memories of one who has journeyed
beyond this life
ashes of their earthly body
scattered at sea
you in their wake

or perhaps
perhaps
you were carried to the shore
on the wings of the wind
plucked from your stem
floating to where
silver foam kisses golden sand
dancing this way and that
in the embrace of the ocean

where
finally
in the face of unrequited love
you relinquish your flawless beauty
to its graceful omnipotence
©Jacqueline Le Sueur 2010 All Rights Reserved
https://www.jacquelinelesueur.com/post/on-the-shore
the sun is at its zenith
blazing down
from an unsullied sky
baking the black sand
beneath my feet
so hot it burns

a strong onshore wind
is chasing luminous white horses
across the surface
of a deep indigo sea
leaving their salty touch
on my skin as it passes

a melody gamelans and drums
gongs and cymbals
laughter and chatter
ripples around me
and the song of an ice cream seller
is making my mouth water

I turn my gaze towards the heavens
watching the kites
write their poetry
in the sky
as they float high above
our sea of sea of smiles
©Jacqueline Le Sueur 2010 All Rights Reserved
https://www.jacquelinelesueur.com/post/sea-of-smiles
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