ADJUSTING TO THE SILENCE

Adjusting to the Silence



Adjusting is never easy
For the heart is set in stone
To turn to touch the one you love
And find that they are gone.

The ears are tuned to tender words
The hands are taught to reach
The smile's a prize for sorrowed eyes
And the tongue, it lives to teach.

But these things are worthless to a soul
That has no anchor's depth
A ship that's tossed on a lonely sea
With one crew member left.

The prose of your heart, it fills my thoughts
With passion's memory, calls
The laughter that taught my heart to sing
Is silenced, once, for all.

Adjusting to the silence
(I do not think I can)
My world's an empty seashell now
Half buried in the sand.

My ears are full of wordless roars
That make no sense, no rhyme
Those sounds of joy were all deployed
When our love ran out of time.

©by Voo
May 18, 2005
midnight

THIS WHITE ROOM

This White Room

This white-walled room

Streaked with lavender

From the glass heart

Hanging in the window

In the sun...........


The heart you gave me

With a smile in your eyes

The heart that was shattered

By cruel unthinking hands

And was mended, restrung, on it's white silken cord.


My bare feet rest

On moon pale carpets

Strewn here and there

On hardwood floors

Clean and cold as a hard winter snow.


Silky white curtains

Flutter in day breeze,

Tease the book's pages

As it lies on the shelf

Reading to it's self of my long ago dreams.


And here sit I

In my satin and lace

White sofa covered with pillow and fur

Waiting, as I often do

For my life to go on......


Long, silver mirrors

Catch the odd glow of sun,

Of fragmented purple, of my long raven hair

And reflect back the silence

That the world cannot hear.


In the garden, a cat

And the song of a lark

Sharp smell of roses

And the whisper of trees

But I do not turn, I sit stiller than stone.


Waiting for footsteps to fall on the stair,

A door opening softly and the embrace of your eyes

Waiting for the smile that once out shined the sun

Waiting for forgiveness in a world that's gone dark.


Maybe today, I think, he'll come

He'll stand behind me, brushing my hair

Watching me watching him as I did in the mirror

Before I crushed his heart like the lavender glass

Now mended, restrung, on the cord in the sun.


Maybe today in this white room

The wind will blow my hair like ribbons,

The book will close and my heart find peace

Maybe today, on moon pale carpets

My sad, sad feet will stand up and dance.


A sound in the garden, not of cat or of bird

On the wind there's a sweetness

And a tasting of hope

Gently, the lavender heart starts to sway

And I watch it transfixed and I turn towards the door....

                 

©by Voo

Feb 24, 2010   

9:36 p.m.

DAGGER THROUGH THE HEART

Dagger Through The Heart
          ......Killing with words



I slump and bleed my life's blood
Out onto the ground
No bullet through the brain
No smothering without sound
No accident with car and tree
No one involved but you and me
No bomb, no blast, no driving past
But wounded, dying, just as fast.

Not in the back did the blow come
But in the heart and in the home
My eyes on yours as you stabbed there
And told me how you didn't care 
The twist it took me by surprise
More than the leaving and the lies
No pain like love that quietly dies
No weapon like your tongue.

I gasp as words like bullets fly
No defense from hatred in your eyes
I try to make you alibis
I love you as you kill me
And as you turn and walk away
I try in vain to make you stay
The heart it holds on to the day
As night descends forever.

My life and death are in your tongue
What seemed so right now shown so wrong
We sang two verses of a different song
And the curtain fell without notice
The dagger through the heart, it stings
A slow, sad death with no peace, brings
And as I sink, I see these things
That I could not see before.



©by Voo
September 17, 2005
 11:30 p.m.

MUFFINS IN THE YARD

Muffins in the Yard 

Granny threw the muffins out

Pa said they were too hard 

She'd baked all day and got hell for pay

Now there's muffins in the yard.

Granny cooked a possum stew 

Up special for a treat

And Pa came home, left it alone

Said it smelled like his bare feet.

Granny baked a birthday cake

For Pa's eighty-eighth birthday

Pa blew out the candles and went to sleep

Without a word to say.

Granny made an apple pie

With apples picked herself

Pa came in, went out again

Left the pie there on the shelf.

Granny cooked some gravy

To eat with eggs and bacon

Pa woke up, poured him a cup

And no gravy was ever taken.

Granny cooked and Granny cleaned

And Granny did the chores

Pa sat around and went to town

Till she couldn't take it anymore.

Granny stirred and Granny mixed

A formula perfected

Arsonic, strychnine and a pinch of thyme

For the years she was neglected.

Granny waited and Pa came home

From sitting on the Square

Whittling with the good ole boys

Like he didn't have a care.

Granny set the kitchen table 

With the best china that she had

So pretty in the candlelight

It made her heart feel glad.

"What garbage are we having tonight?"

Pa snickered like a heel

He filled his plate and then he ate

His last supper, his last meal.

Now Granny cooks to her heart's content

And life is no longer hard

But the wild life outside has all up and died

From eating muffins in the yard.

© by Voo
December 2, 2004 
10:30 p.m. 

              

  Lord I wish I was a single girl again

            

DEPARTURE dedicated to my sister Kathy

Departure

I cannot go where you go now

There among the stars

And unending night........

I cannot follow in your airy footsteps

Or fly on the gossamer wings

That have been granted

In the taking of your life

And the bestowing of the death

Of the best and brightest of all companions

I can only grieve and regret now

Wondering if by loving you more

I could have kept you fastened

More firmly on this infirm planet

And preserved physically the essence

That made you who you are.........

That will keep you who you always will be

Here in this heart now that's deprived of your joy

Here in this mind now that is filled with your memory

Here in this house now that is haunted by your face.

©by Voo

written yrs ago

but dedicated now 

to your memory

R.I.P. Kathy Sue
Happy Birthday
in Heaven

with love from your sisters

We Miss You

                                                      

and I miss sitting on the porch singing this with you when we were kids...