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All of Them Were You

I’ve loved a lot of men

          you know…

Some of them were true.

I’ve loved a lot of men

          you know…

Though none like I loved you.

Some loved me back

          some didn’t care.

One kissed my nose

          then touched my hair.

Questions asked…

          then left unanswered

Who came before? 

[...]

Egos

          Why is it

                   some men need to be

          played like violins

                   to accomplish

          the same task

        one could get a woman to do

                   merely by asking?

           Seems like such a

                   waste of energy

          to have to massage egos,

                   and climb walls

                   before getting to [...]

I Remember Our Kitchen

Happy Mother’s Day Everyone!

 

I don’t need a special day

Lucy & Nusha

          to remember you

Or our kitchen.

A place that invited all of us in

With smells and tastes

Not matched by any restaurant.

A place where we would gather

For sustenance and hugs

As well as daily discussions

          [...]

Juncture

Here…

©2006 Sue Norwood & Jim O'Neil

 

Between adolescence and womanhood

lies a bridge, a crossing over

an opaque, murky, slow moving river

cutting through tall rocks with striped

layers of dark rust and pale blush light [...]

The Cat Lady

Cat Lady in Training (courtesy of vox poetica.com)

There is a young girl, a woman

a neighbor near you

who takes care of little creatures.

Birds with broken wings…

          lost children, broken hearts

Cats that have no homes

          need food or shelter

for a day, a week, forever…

She is you, [...]

The Face in the Mirror

Staring back…

I see a face in the mirror,

Her face, not mine.

How could that be my face

I was just 16, I was just 23, I was just 32…

When did time disappear?

When did that face in the mirror become hers not mine?

When did her face meld with mine?

When did [...]

The Waltz

He said she loved the waltz.

The dance between a woman

and the man who knew

how to make her feel

a cherished treasure.

validated…

known…

in the affirmative

in silence.

 

He knew how she felt inside

when words wouldn’t come

and only feelings

spilled all over her skin

that no longer fit…

water [...]