Common Thread

Common Thread

By

Lisa A.Williams

Those stories-

how we own them.

Dark witches

casting spells,

knights in shining armor

who never arrive

 to happy our endings.

Silence doesn’t dilute

sorrow’s bitter taste;

It rests inside

coma sleep,

shutting us down

until someone stands up,

arms outstretched

and says

“this is who I am”

then we awaken.

Phyllis

Phyllis

By 

Lisa A.Williams

We don't speak of it-

the loss

 silencing our world.

How arrogant of the sun

to rise

when we were facing 

the black hole emptiness

beyond,

not enough breathing space

for our own grieving.

Some pain can't be shared,

sometimes we are islands

surrounded by restless current,

fearing if we were

to plunge,

we'd breathe in 

another's tears

and drown.

It was good to love you,

but oh how the earth trembled

when we had to say goodbye.

Providence

Providence

By

Lisa A.Williams

Words-

lost in long held breath.

She sits and stares

through the pain,

feeling

all the years-

Wondering if this journey

was her true destiny

or

did she just lose her way?

Mine

Mine

By

Lisa A.Williams

You cannot

  take what is mine-

 cloth I have woven

  from fragments

of a lifetime,

weaved

in hopes

it would shield me

from the blows

of arctic winds.

I learned the cold

would penetrate,

 and I would feel

the icy  bone bitter,

 stillness

of  winter-

The timeless trek

my heavy feet

traveled

in the age old desire

that I could feel

warmth

in someone’s understanding.

Enigma

Enigma

By

Lisa A.Williams

Distance

Desperation-

Creators of the mystery

that is me.

In a cold want,

the embrace, seeds

of  my beginning.

Parts of both-

one I held dear-

the other a denial

until I felt her sorrow

in my own woman world,

man denying dimension;

the dark endless sea

where only woman

can rise to see

the horizon

                                                                       that is her.

Bard

Bard

By

Lisa A.Williams

If the moon

had no sheltering

sky-

alone in the vastness

of a wasteland,

holding all its light

within

so it would be

if pages were left empty

because fear silenced

                                                                            the cry.