Paula Swanson

Paula Swanson Jul 2010

Stare into the fires flame,
against your mind it will wane and wax.
Watch the tendrils of smoke rise,
the lines between light and dark relax.

The glow reaches out just so far,
then sweet darkness reclaims her control.
It is there at that juncture,
where a mind can lose its self control.

One must not tarry there long,
at that gauzy intersection.
For that is where time and space,
bend and twist your eyes perception.

Shadows play along the walls,
blending to be an evil twin.
Remnants that were once familiar.
Even your silhouette will join in.

Shades prance with great joy,
keeping up with the flickering beat.
Your brain will scream "It's not true!".
Insanity is now complete.

Paula Swanson Jul 2010

Little Tiny Jellyfish

Little tiny Jellyfish,
You look like gobs of snot.
Then I went and stepped on you
and found out your not.

Little tiny Jellyfish,
your kiss really hurts a lot.
Next time that I walk the beach,
on snot I will step not.

Paula Swanson Jul 2010

I Lie In The Bed I Made

A saint in life you have hardly been.
So, don't go foraging through my sins.
There are worse things I could have done.
There is a few, I should have shunned.
Yet, I have stared my skeletons in the eye.
Came through it with my head held high.
Regrets? Of course, I have a few.
But, nothing that has dimmed the view,
of the life that I have led.
I am at peace, upon my bed.

Paula Swanson Jul 2010

Luna Lust

Your cool as frost stare,
while coyly playing peek-a-boo
from behind a fan of clouds,
has kept your wanton visage burned
upon mans imagination.
You have mystified for eons,
with a slowly batting eye.
Drawing upon our souls,
as a tree draws moisture.
Slowly, yet surely siphoning our lust.
Men have stepped a kiss upon
your delicately powdered face.
You have left them craving more.

Paula Swanson Jul 2010

No, Not I

To ****** a moment of time,
weave it into something tangible.
(No, not I).

Create imagery with words that dance,
around and behind the eyes.
(No. Not I).

Pull emotions by blending,
amounts of self, facts and fiction.
(No, not I).

Holding the soul of the reader close,
so that they live that moment.
(Not I).

Accepting you have failed
and nothing more needs be written down.
*(I).

Paula Swanson Jul 2010

Heart Blown Astray

Lest the wind blows my heart astray,
into lying eyes and colder arms.
I shall keep a fair distance away,
this dangerous love can do no harm.

Into lying arms and colder eyes,
I am drawn as the moth to flame.
This dangerous love can do no harm,
if I do not, myself, play this game.

I am drawn as the moth to flame.
The seduction is almost complete.
If I do not, myself, play the game,
I shall not sip a love so sweet.

The seduction is almost complete.
For myself, I must hold respect.
I shall not sip a love so sweet.
You offer more than I should accept.

For myself, I must hold respect.
I shall keep a fair distance away.
You offer more than I should accept,
lest the wind blows my heart astray

Pantoum

Paula Swanson Jul 2010

The Number You Have Dialed Has Been Disconnected...

The number you have dialed has been disconnected....
No one is here to take your call.
The reason why, is because you disrespected.
The last time I trusted you, I can't recall.

I don't know why you even phoned.
Unless it was just out of habit.
You must be alone, with no one at home,
for this you can take all the credit.

The number you have dialed has been disconnected...
I would prefer that you never call again.
I've moved on, but I'm not feeling dejected,
It's time for my new life to begin.

You can swear once again you will try changing.
Even promise, that you'll always be true.
But once you hang up, a new date you'll be arranging,
You'll no longer be making my heart blue.

The numbeer you have dialed has been disconnected...
That is what the recording kept playing.
But, I heard clearly to me, directed,
all that my love wasn't saying.