The Fine Line (Poem)

The Fine Line

Someone wrote a song

For Vincent

Mixing a palette of sadness

Stirred and swirled

Blues and grays

A submerged moon

Drowning

In a waning star field

Someone scribed an epitaph

For Sylvia

Emblazoned and bereaved

Golden lotus

Planted in fierce flames

And now I am here

Years later

Worlds apart

Dark and lonely

Questioning creativity

And treading a fine line

© Expressions by Christine 6/29/11

Whispering Swords (Poem)

Whispering Swords

Vertical sounds
Whispers unsheathed
Tales do abound
In watery wreathes

Swished and twisted
Naked the blade
Hilted and fisted
Bejeweled in jade

Suavely this sword dance
In quicksteps wrought
Sleek in the stance
Woven in knots

Resigned to heal
Crossed at the throat
Guardians reel
Belief by rote

Upend your creed
Surrender thus
Forge the deed
For us! For us!

(c) Expressions by Christine 6/28/11

Cleveland Girl (Poem)

Cleveland Girl

I wanted to frame

Those stares and smiles

Adoringly beholding me

Perhaps-

Instinctually begging attention

From my camera lens

As if I were a photojournalist

Or

Fascinated by L’Oreal Ginger Twist

Meandering through my hair

As if I were a redhead

Or

Making natural kinship

With my mother-like eyes

Asking for recognition

And confidence from a woman.

So I smiled back

And captured you impulsively.

© Expressions by Christine 6/27/11

Close Your Eyes (Poem)

 Close Your Eyes

Close your eyes
Find relief
From pain
In pondering quietude.

(c) Expressions by Christine 6/26/11

Magnetism (Poem)

Magnetism

This strap

This man

This certain magnetism

All of the sudden

I feel like

An alchemist.

©Expressions by Christine 6/25/11

Response (Poem)

Response

She bristled
Reactionary

Porcupine-like
All quills poised

Like electric ballpoint pens
To write me off.

(c)Expressions by Christine 6/24/11

Couching Words (Poem)

Couching Words

Scratching out your skeletons
Upon my yellow pad
Confess them all, without a doubt
Your secrets are quite bad

Nothing to do with "them" and "they"
Your dreams a mere concoction
Nightmares tagged in silky ink
Stop bidding on that auction

Lay right back, I'm tuning you out
Dem bones are rapping louder
Heard it all time and again
Always been a real doubter

Session's over, grab your pills
Toss your tissue, dry your cheeks
This dirty couch has got to go
Next appointment in two weeks!

(c) Expressions by Christine 6/23/11