There is no question

Boxed Angels

I do not question that love was the strength
that kept us together and will, in ways,
keep us together ever – and then some.
 
We reached heights I had never imagined;
lows I only feared in nightmarish dream
when the past wrestled with our present life.
 
No fingerprints can be found on the point
when poison took control of heart and mind,
pushed irrationality in between.
 
I collected angels for a long time,
perhaps hoping for peace and renewal,
a place away from where we found ourselves.
 
They’re all packed in boxes now, and like them,
we wait to be lifted to life again.
 
 
Siobhan
11-24-09

 

Memory and Truth

Hold On To Memories

She stands at the window, watches shadows
stretch out across the street and hide the past,
confuse the future, mix them together
until neither is clear any longer.

Eyes flutter shut as she relives his touch.
With the breath of a sigh, she’s reminded
of sensations he tantalized her with –
his whispered caresses and soft kisses.

Wavering between the new moon and full,
her imagination flows with the tide.
The pull in the pit of her belly draws
on the remnants of desire, passion
she hasn’t forgotten, doesn’t want to.
She holds on to memories – and the truth.

Siobhan
11-20-09

 

Starlight Obscured

Shadows of a Future Unknown

The new moon hidden in Scorpio’s sky,
starlight clears a path before it’s obscured.
She is lost within shadows, cast aside;
a darkness now surrounds that memory.

She wanders, listening to the sounds as
sense and fantasy battle within her.
Is there one path right for her – or for him?
Do they cross anywhere but in the past?

Soft declarations echo in her dreams,
she recalls her heart’s plea… never too late…
and wonders when she stopped believing it.
Each step forward a painful reminder,
a wound she thought healed, being reopened.
With the future unknown, she keeps breathing.

Siobhan
11-20-2009

 

How long is the life of a star?

Seeing Stars

Scattered amid the stars – Orion’s belt,
I dim and flare with the passage of time.
You hang about the edges, spark interest
and light, arguing with both love and me.

Fluid, I flicker in your attention,
glow and reach form to suit your desire
before you lose your curiosity
and I burn for no reason – save star dust.

My constellation gathers energy
from the surrounding stars – needs to survive
in the cold darkness, feeling left behind.

From within the velvet black, new life
emerges, clinging to no one’s orbit
I make my own, cast both light and shadow.

Siobhan
11-18-2009

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9 out of 10 ain’t bad

Here is the link to the website where you can read the review of my work from Poetry Blog Rankings.  I did not make the top three, however, the review says some nice things about my work. Thanks Jon.

http://poeticallyanalytic.blogspot.com/2008/11/mother2rah.html

 

Conversations in sonnet

Several years ago now – perhaps in 2001 – my husband (David) and I began to write sonnets to one another.  They developed into a conversation – everything from the normal every day strife of getting along, to the passion we share for words and each other.  This conversation has continued for 6 years.  We have our moments when there is a lull and then we begin again.  Our range of topics is amazing to me when I look back on it.  We shared poems about lunch together, we made it a sensual experience to be remembered as more than just grabbing a bit to eat.  It is this type of dialogue that has helped keep our marriage, and our lives, strong.  Not that we don’t have the occasional hiccup – we do – however, writing through these times has become a saving grace to us both.

 

Welcome

As a woman – lover – poet and mother, I welcome you to my blog.  It may not be updated very often as life tends to pull me in many directions at once – not all of which allow me to wander back as quickly as I’d like.  You will find poetry, prose, and random musings here.  I’ll include links to places I think you may enjoy travelling as well.

Be well – write well – Siobhan