Author Information
Heron Clan: October 3, 2021, Beast Moment, Competitive Love, Scrambled Eggs
Folder:
Heron Clan Readings Sunday Zoom Beast of the Moment
The beast of the moment,
Is to see this through.
To understand the format,
But be compelled, to
Mark sudden indifferences
To what I am feeling.
Slowly showing faces
Which I'm not forgiving.
Time Time Time
Passes abhorrent.
Weakening the water
That once held us buoyant
Finalize and futurized
Look outward for the omen
Metaphorically rhyming
The beast to the moment.
Competitive Love
Competition for a heart, she made
her way down the hall. Checking
doors and windows to be sure no one
gets inside. Stuffing her hands deep
in her pockets, avoiding touch and
caresses. Marking heel scuffs on the
floors. Picking lint from her fingers
she lifts her hands to pray.
Competition for love keeps
the sunlight out. Drapes of heavy damask
mask the need inside. Drawn and
pulled with her praying hands, she
cries into the fabric.
Competition for her heart has long
passed. She breaks the brocade and
peeks outside. Happy couples
coupled by their limbs. Intertwined in
soft possession. Gone for her now.
Gone.
Scrambled Eggs and Wine
My mother’s eyes were hazel,
gray on the days
when there were pains,
Blue on the days she giggled, green
in times she stewed
in the juices she made,
And admitted
to.
I’m a mess.
But I love you just the same.
They all look at you
when you come in the room.
You light it up
She'd say,
Your smile, your eyes,
They all look at you.
I glance around
And see no one's gaze,
Just an afternoon lunch
Of scrambled eggs, white wine,
Side of bacon, and toast.
They served breakfast all day,
The restaurant dim, but sunny bright,
Comfortable hues, soft fabrics,
Familiar walls and table linen.
You are so beautiful,
She’d tell me, and I smiled,
Thanks, Mom, not believing.
Her eyes were red most days,
Watery, and 'l'm a mess' colored.
Her missing
Him missing
I’m missing
Scrambled eggs and wine.
