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.

Deep Water

Deep Water

By

Lisa A.Williams

I know

the way she feels-

Immersed

 in the turbulent tide,

torn between the freeing

of the waves

and the steady

earth
Standing still,

    eyes fixed on the horizon,

the moon

casts heaven’s reflection

skimming the deep.

How the lunar light

pulls to call her home

but she is earthbound,

turns away

from her reflection.

 Blanketed in

darkness,

she wears the shroud

of “happy”

and returns

to“life”

 drowning

in all its illusions.

Mermaid's Song

Mermaid’s Song

By

Lisa A.Williams

Echoes-

from sea to stone

ascend to kiss the sky,

ancient muse

earth cannot recall.

 Fins

of forever

sweep the tide

in a dance

 only the free remember.

 Her glistening rises

with the waves

as she breathes

 both sea and sky.

How the jealous land

aches for her.

I Have Three

I Have Three

By

Lisa A.Williams

I have three daughters-

 old souls

 of

my being.

In their company,

peace comes easy

as I look into our shared blue eyes.

We talk of history,

of rights and wrongs

the world has committed

 in all her glory.

We wipe each others tears

when life has dished out

more than we think

we can bear.

We hold each others  hearts,

precious beatings that they are,

blood remembering

of how they were all

once shared in a tide

of dark understanding.

I love them more

than they will ever know.

Poor Man's Eyes

Poor Man’s Eyes

By

Lisa A. Williams

I looked into

a poor man’s eyes

where darkness

filled a need

and

want filled the room

as he sat

in his corner

shutting out the world,

no longer seeing

the child’s smile-

so far from his hell

he couldn’t bear

it.

Life took his body,

riches stole his soul,

living was no answer

so he died-

a little more

 each day.