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She Digs Him

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 22, 2010 by 1writegirl

He’s undeniably, eye-catchingly
Handsome

But that’s not why
She digs him

He has a tattoo
Speaks several languages
And was educated
(Among other places)

At the prestigious
School of Hard Knocks

He writes plays, poetry and
Uncategorizable prose

But that’s not why
She digs him

He has traveled the world
Cooks like a gourmet chef
Excels at saving money
And the art of bodyspeak

But even that’s not why
She digs him

She digs him
Because he
Thinks about things others dare not
Talks about things they won’t
He reads Nietzsche
Tolstoy and
Kerouac

He reads her

He
Refuses to conform
Kowtow or
Acquiesce

To dictates
Dogma and
Convention

He cares not for
Status symbols
Nor the
Material world

He drives the divine
Mamita

He understands her inner battles
Between chutzpah
Patience and passion

He tells important stories
He shares without
Imposition

He respects her independence
And keeps her secrets

And when he holds her
She feels more at peace
In this world
Than she ever has

He’s the gift
She wasn’t expecting
What she sees when
She closes her eyes

The face without the mask

That’s why she digs him

Passage

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on August 24, 2009 by 1writegirl

Psyche swoops
Low to the ground
Cloaked in anonymity
In the pitch black of night

Quiet, barely breathing
Hanging
In the balance

Nothing to give
Nothing to take

Passing through dark alleys
And stench-ridden stairwells
Littered with days-old detritus
And the glow of eyes

Half alive

Half tethered to
Another world

Where laughter, mad and demonic
Is the only kind you hear

Searching for hope
Escape from chains
And finding nothing
But past-due depravity

The most insidious kind

And rock bottom sadness
Lurking below
Borne of the notion
Pervasive potential

That every step means
Nothing more
Than passage into the

Abyss

A Keeper

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on June 19, 2009 by 1writegirl

A Collection of Perceptions is going on hiatus for an indefinite period of time. I’d like to take this opportunity to thank you all for stopping by to read my sometimes humorous, sometimes ponderous perspective on life. Those of you who have generously offered feedback have added a good deal to my repertoire in the realm of creativity. I hope you have enjoyed my company as much as I’ve enjoyed yours. I leave you with,  

A Keeper

There’s a motel in the desert of Arizona
That waits for me
For reasons I cannot explain to anyone

Least of all myself
Except to say that it is the last place
I can be sure I was loved completely

By the man I completely love

I will go there and I will pray
For the first time in my life

I will light incense and candles
And sprinkle stardust
I will consult with shamans far wiser
Than I

In the mysterious ways of the universe

I will pray for direction
For answers and guidance
To hard choices I know I must make

And I will pray that miracles really
Do exist

And that my heart
In the end
Is not blind

Or buried in the sand

But rather
As honest as it claims to be
When it tells me it talks to his

Faithful it its pursuit
Of that which it believes to
Be meant
Ultimately

A keeper.