Nancy McGinnis - Roberts

Nancy McGinnis - Roberts Jun 2013

Cosgrove

I sat by raging waters last night...first a trickle...a tickle upon the arch of my foot...or was that the arch of my humanity...it swirled and whirled consuming me...piece by piece...like a precious last meal...it took it's time...devoured me...fluidity turned fleshly as it moved over me...no...through me...until my own existence was a raging sea...did the very continents collided?...Unbridled furry...yet no hurry...for the waters to hush, calm, sooth, still...I sat by raging waters last night...and...I thought of you...cling safely to the shores of my affections...and rise...

Nancy McGinnis - Roberts Jan 2013

I Am Vesuvius...

There are so many sides to me...
A perplexing mixed identity...
A spliced yet whole menagerie...
Of characters...
To meet each one...is to be undone...
Touched...without flesh...
I am Vesuvius...just below the surface...
Molten malice merging...swirling...
The narrow Nile...
Meandering mildly...coaxing vexing perplexing...wildly...
A temptress...a child...a bitter diatribe...holding...no...unfolding...
This story...non-benign...
And this is where you come in...
Tumultuous tide...your raging winds...
A course-less calamity...to pursue...
That is not me...THAT...is you...
Unbridled...and unabashed...
Alas our toxic story line...how well embittered did entwine...our love...
Dangerous pursuit...then...you took root...
Off with the loot...
Of my misfortune...
I attempt to fold...
Forfeit my resentment...discontentment...
My own deliverance from you...
You disappear...no...transform
Retreat...from your chaotic norm...
Another type of magic trick...to capture my bewilderment....
Fully...
Fooly...
Folly...
Tears tremble on edge...carried swiftly from ledge...where they teeter...
Behind each one...is held an ocean...
A watery well...
Endless emotion...
Navigating features...dodging dignities plea...
WE...
Toss the currency of love into the depths...
Whisper wishes on the wind...
The downward dance...a wishes chance...
The murky bottom is but wishful thinking...
I should be rich off the wonder...
That put asunder...Our love...
I am Vesuvius...
Just below the surface...

Nancy McGinnis - Roberts Jan 2013

My Juxtaposition to Your Heart...

My juxtaposition to your heart...
Just short of right and just left of leaving...
This fascination...distant adoration...
Trailing off into the distance...despite my own persistence...going...going...gone...
You see...Yours was a velvet touch... smooth against the skin of my soul...
My lips raw from your sandpaper kiss...once riveting...
Now... remorseful hue... morose shade of blue...defunct me and you...
My own sweet type of primal bliss...you...audaciously exist...within me...
As I the ribbon...the strand...
NO...the last straw...
Am wrapped around your finger...linger...
flail...fight...then make tight...our binding...
Intertwining...
Bound by our brittle bias...
And you... pious... feel the need to mediate...to delegate...
NO...dominate...
Our love...
You... an anomaly...of the not right variety...
Build...gather...house the mire ...selfishly... misty moments... memories
My pain protruding...while eluding...my acute identity...
Pregnant with grief...disbelief...I strain...
Laboriously to free you...
Giving birth to the rain...
of emotions...
And OUR storm rages on...
A weeping...seeping semblance of love...
Circling the drain of our destruction...

Nancy McGinnis - Roberts Jan 2013

We are Kindred...This Bewitching Night and I...

It is storming out...and within...
The type that rattles the soul and stirs the senses...
And, within me, my own tumultuous sea roars, rages...rises...
I relate... to the wind...
Whirl ...with the waters...
Crash... with the the thunder...
Alive ...with the lightning...
We are kindred...This bewitching night and I...
The sensual staples of a cavernous soul are never truly enough...
Mere sustenance... is not satisfaction...
Wanton ...not well-wished...
Part... far from plenty...
And as we reel with the reeds...Twirl with the treetops...Mingle with the mud of the earth...
I am grounded...undone and whole...a walking, talking paradoxical phantom...
To connect to a Mother Earth...when mother-less...I am home...as if in the womb...
And as the floods of ambiguous emotions recede...pull upon my being...
My ankles tingle...my soul mingles...with humanity once again...the calm and calamity...
Oh, How I miss the stormy sensations of Oneness...It is as if to scale the height of the seas themselves...
And reality...it's bitter bottom...

Nancy McGinnis - Roberts Jan 2013

My Moon...

I precariously teeter in the morning air...
And happen chance does find me there...
On breeze...on edge...I ride the waves...
Of sunlight through the morning haze...
In noonday's glow I drift abroad...
Subdued by warmth my spirit nod's...
I search for bliss on evenings air...
It sweeps me swiftly from my cares...
Then night sweet night extends it's hand...
Invites me to another land...
Extract the stars one by one...bundle them and I'm undone...
Lasso the moon...pull it near...
A glow that has become so Dear...
Cheek to cheek...dance of delight...
Oh how indeed I love my night...who knew that it could hold such light?
And I am now the captured one...it holds me...it's forgotten sun...
And Glow begets glow begets glow...

Nancy McGinnis - Roberts Jan 2013

When Was the Moment?...

When was the moment?...
Did the idea plant itself within you like the root taking hold?...
When did our love ...waver, falter, fail you?
When was the moment that you waded far from the shores of my love?...
Deeper into the waters of oneness...standing on your own two feet...fleeting...
As my footing, my voice, my humanity escaped me...slipping from the depths of my soul...
intermingling within the seas of your sadness...oddly... We are one again.
And I...unhinged and undone...carried between the crosswinds of angst and adoration...torn from union... Hover....like a spirit...over you...over us...OVER.
And all at once ...you...dissipate...disappear...a misty memory dancing around me...scatter...float...fall...
Rain down upon me...and as the memories settle...
a myriad of invisible scars burrow their imprint deeply within my soul...
And you...who walked away...
Is carried within me...
Tell me...When was the moment?...

Nancy McGinnis - Roberts Jan 2013

I Decided...

...I decided to step into the sunlight thismorning...take in the heat on my skin..the warmth in my soul and pause...thinking...breathing...I am currently being stalked by 20 or so tiny migrating birds with an apparent appetite for baked goods...they are in turn being stalked by my favorite neighborhood cat...I have not decided whose side I am on yet...aparently I could be swayed easily in either direction...or at least I could form a close parallel in my life choices as of late...I have ventured far from my original plans...thrown caution to the wind a little too freely...and yet the former strands of myself still throb within my soul...rise up from my being...I have watched the bustle of humanity all morning...I t has saddened me...the misguided attempt of many...strain your mind...your soul...your body striving for success...and then what?...I have witnessed a myriad of amazing events this morning...the sun permeating the light fog...disipating the hazy distance into clarity...I have observed love in the sweetest form...en elderly couple although I use that word lightly...they were more like one person fused together by time...trials...life...the steam of their coffee rising...his hand teetering on her knee...her fingertips searching the familiar crevices of his face...a different form of passion...older, wiser, still just as moving as two young lovers in my eyes... a layer of condensation dripping from there brow...a trophy of sorts clinging to the windows of a dusty backseat...the thought to me is riviting...I can imagine these two in their youth...I see the echoing sentiments in their every move...it gives me hope for the future...I could never have a life without passion...sensuality...seduction...they have reminded me that one must not suffer such a fate....alas...my day in the sun has brought an inward glow as well...I will not settle in this life for anything short of passion...I am moved...aroused by life...turned on by the thought of it...enraptured....saleh...