Paula Swanson

Paula Swanson Jan 2011

~~ Ten Ballerina's~~fingers dance

Across the keys~~entwined for romance ~~

Paula Swanson Jan 2011

I open myself up to Spring,
anticipating  gifts that it holds,
renewal and the new life it brings.
I'm drawn to what the season unfolds.

Anticipating gifts that it holds,
like Lilacs, enticing butterflies.
Drawn to what the season unfolds.
Reborn as the morning dew dries.

Like Lilacs enticing butterflies,
my face I lift to warm sunshine.
Reborn, as the morning dew dries.
To life's beauty, I had been blind.

My face, I lift, to warm sunshine.
Fresh air fills my lungs and soul.
To life's beauty, I had become blind.
Go forward in life, my new goal.

Fresh air,  fills my lungs and soul.
Renewal and the new life it brings.
Go forward in life,  my new goal.
I open myself up to Spring.

Paula Swanson Jan 2011

Untitled

~~Words seem so innocuous
when viewed in dictionaries.

Simple nouns, verbs and adjectives
when used convolutionary.

Wounds a soul with barbs intended
in comments diversionary.~~

**meaning:
Words can be so tame when
seen individually.
Yet string those words together
twisted their intended meanings.
Hidden agendas.
They can wound another when
those words are placed with in
a comment meant to steer others away
from the barb meant for one.

Paula Swanson Jan 2011

Have You Wounded

~~Words seem so innocuous
when viewed in dictionaries.

Simple nouns, verbs and adjectives
when used convolutionary.

Wounds a soul with barbs intended
in comments diversionary.~~

**meaning:
Words can be so tame when
seen individually.
Yet string those words together
twisted their intended meanings.
Hidden agendas.
They can wound another when
those words are placed with in
a comment meant to steer others away
from the barb meant for one.

Paula Swanson Jan 2011

Precious Angel

Unerringly she always knows
when I need a hug.
Or a friend to sit calmly by.
Never does she judge.

I hold her here within these arms,
when the sadness calls.
Lays her head upon my shoulder,
as my tears do fall.

With her overflowing patience,
she accompanies me.
In public, as to seem normal,
not reclusively.

She alerts me unobtrusive,
when fear overtakes.
A gentle touch and eye contact,
tells me I am safe.

Embodiment of humanity,
this hero of mine.
She gives to me daily,
healing over time.

Although she isn't human,
she has done wonders.
Emotional Support Animal,
I couldn't "Live" without her.

Paula Swanson Dec 2010

Emotional Suicide

Murdered emotions sink deeper into oblivion.  Held captive in a tortured husk of defeat.  Their
shadows wait patiently for my last fetid breath.  Then they may be released.  For suicide is
close to me.  A silken whisper that glides among my thoughts.  A tiny shard with backwards
barbs, which rip the soul upon trying to evict it.  A deceitful promise of forgiven slumber, within
a pool of blood.  A quiet idea upon which I sit.  Icy tears chafe the skin of a hollow shell.
Leaving acrid scars, seen in my mirror.  My eyes behold my Hell.

Paula Swanson Dec 2010

Unexpected Tokens

Though the words, you have rarely spoken.
                            You present unexpected tokens.

     With my kiss, your intent percepted.
                            Your apology is accepted.