Poetry Salad

Looking for her words

She has been silent...
I understand that I was wrong.
I understand she has moved on...

But sometimes
I still look for her.
I still want to feel
what she made me feel...

I wonder where she is now.
I wonder if she still thinks of me...
I wonder if she misses it all too...

Then I take a deep breath
and whisper..
enough...enough already


Sudden Useless Thoughts


I saw the faeries...
they were riding across the rainbow...
on glittering unicorns...
I tried to call out
and ask to be granted a wish...
then I couldn't remember...
if faeries did grant wishes...

I wandered around
and came upon the gingerbread house...
I took a bite off the wall...
and found it was sweet...
I munched a little on the window...
before the witch scared me away...

Then I came upon a tower...
in the middle of nowhere..
Watched as a handsome prince
awkwardly climb up
hanging on to braided golden hair.
I came closer...
took a snip off of the hair I envied
and ran away...

Tired then,
I walked slowly
behind a weeping old wolf...
he cried out
that he'd been framed.
That the pigs where somewhere
still alive...
confused at his story...
I decided not to tempt fate...

Lost from all my walking about,
I asked a little man
where to go...
He looked up at me...
peered through his glasses
and smiled...
He would tell...
if I could guess his name...
Rumple me...
stilts or something...
skinny being is it?

How strange everything is...
they used to be easier...
when I was younger...
when nothing troubled my mind.
When it was all simple reality...

How simple the world really is...
If I have faith as a child...
Overthinking is suicide...
Overanalyzing will surely kill us all...

OOhh...there goes that bunny...
tripping on the golden chain
of his oversized pocketwatch...
should I run after him?
Where will he go?
What do I say to him?

What to do? What to do?


Letting my protegee go

In a classic pygmalion tale...
I found that it hurt to see she no longer needs me.
She no longer finds me to cry out her pain to.
It is now somebody else she smiles at,
the way she used to smile only for me.
I hear of all she does...
not from her..but from someone else now...
and it's a hurt that's hard to define.

I resent that she may love another,
I almost hate her at times.
but she's all grown up,
what is there left to do
but to let her go.

She can now be her own person,
the wonderful person i was part of building...
I am no longer the center of her world,
she's found other goddesses
that are more deserving her time.
She's found somebody else to idolize...
and she's found she can be her without me.

through teary eyes...
I give her a watery smile.
pat her on the back...
peck on her cheek...
I'll see you around...
but perhaps not if I see you first...
not for a while...