Monday, October 29, 2012

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.

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

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.

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

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?

Monday, October 15, 2012

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.

Sunday, October 14, 2012

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.