Vortex Monument in Oak Creek at Cathedral Rock - Sedona, Arizona

Amendment

Eyes in the sea;
dual pinpoints flashing
amongst the rolling waves.
Tumbled feathers loll
beneath the cloud bundles -
the wind forces itself
upon me.

The remedy exquisitely crafted.
A balm sweetly steeped;
its fragrance curled across my lip.
Smoldering upon the tongue;
the dream gently ruffled.
Partaken to the ease
the emptiness.

A piquancy
sharp and sweet,
of what is seen and felt;
of people whose lives
slip by leaving trails
of scintillating energy -
that touch me.

Eyes float through
nights of stumbling.
Halting breaks subside
then swell until
the arm’s reach fails
and I am washed away
by what I sense
and how I see.


© 2002 Melissa Songer

When the Past won't stay in the Past

Though I've let go of many things
sometimes things won't let go of me
and I find one day when I'm cruising along
without a sense of guilt or loneliness
that the next millisecond brings me
face to face with a part of my life
I thought was long past

It might be a former acquaintance
or an ex-spouse who
in some flip of fate reaches out
to tweak my conscience or subtly twist
my arm by making an offer
hard to resist - to challenge me
by saying - you took something
from us when you moved on
so nonchalantly, as if we wouldn't notice
it was gone and damn,we want it back -
we want you to patch that hole you left
that no one else can fill