Me thinking of You.

 

Cutting a Path

Cutting a Path

©carol voccia
for david

Real memories

Cultivated in the flesh

Sprinkle soft rain on

The buds of friendship

Of trust and simple feelings



Speak the life line in its

Truest test

As a prayer, a loft in the wing

Of a connection in flight

Open the flow

Even when kinks divert it into

Circles of torment

The path of escape will always

Be there as a simple thought of

Where you want to be



Be there with me

Let the drops of our past

Slide around our hearts and wash away

Forget the mind that judges in circles

We cut the path we want

And sing in tunes we can hear in the

Others we seek



I seek you

Not as a lone bird sitting on wire

But as conscience flight that takes

Us where we really want to be.
.

Book

Book
© carol voccia 2011

Flip pages slowly
Each revealing a secret for an eye
That believes in magic
Stalking the corners
The text flies up to meet the pupil
And darts its message
Stinging the iris with fractured
Truth
Read me- damn you!
I am the ink and pen stroking between the white
Open up and swallow my salt from
The edge of this pulp
My paint
Offers sweet penitence for those who dive in the belly of my words

Offering

Offering

© carol voccia 2009




I bloomed and ripened for this day

A reluctant fruit poised

Fully plumped

Juiced with sweet

My tartness gone with seasoned weather

Offering to be plucked by

One who will recognize my taste

I live among the leaves

Softly shadow dancing in the wind

Moving with the breathe spiritus

In all its goodness

Waiting




Reach for me



Inside the tree my fruit its offering


The tonic real
Your appetite perfect

Savor and consume

So I may reside within your trusting fiber

Reconciled

Reconciled
©carol voccia


Reconciled
To the roof
Of his warm,
Round mouth
I am splayed open as
Fruit peeled
Swallowing the air and oceans
Between our kiss
Dissolving into tart tangled
Memory

Don't Come Around

Don’t Come Around
©carol voccia 2011


Don’t come pressing around me
When the mood strikes
And then leave
Taking with you my salt
Where do you get the grit thinking
I will be there to catch you with each whim?
I lost my net a long time ago and my edges
Are slippery
Think twice about
Dividing your time without the “giving back” part
Your web will be without one of
Its prongs soon enough

Proof of Happiness

Proof of Happiness

© carol voccia 2010 july....

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In a pile of letters with X’s and O’s

Scratched and worn out vinyl discs

Hours more play in them

Causing distorted memories


Blurred reality at its best


Baskets of cards


Certificates of a job well done, pay stubs and tax credits

Holiday get a-ways

Just in time, finding time, if we only had time

Port wine spilled and stained


Permanently affixed on moms favorite table cloth

Hide it under the turkey so she won’t see

By the fire, you kneeling on silk

A wish


A plea

A soft glow moment

My to-do list, your I’ll get’er done list and the

Quiet times admiring the triumphs of

All done


Half done


Never got done

.. ..

Inspiring flics, baby pix, the friends and family mix

Quilts, finger paints, the urn with daddy’s ashes

The time we slept naked in the yard


Regrets -bins of them ordered in priority

Sins taken lightly

Left on the curb

....

My art, your poems


Your art, my poetry

Tucked in books

Tucked in sack lunches

Tucked inside my veins

A new me, a new you, a re-invention out of the old version


Jewelry given

Pressed flowers

Letters from your mom

The dog’s baby teeth in a jar

The cat claw marks on the back of the couch

Your photo

Your eyes smiling


A warm hug and passionate kiss

A mirror inside me shinning for you to see

Slips

Slips

© carol voccia 2011

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My fingers slip

Under your

Shirt

My face pressing your fabric

You roll the tips of my hair

In your absent mindedness

We ride fogged and tired

When the night sleep creeps

The designs of the day

Are creased on my face

Sliding away into the hard night

You evaporate in mystery

.. ..

Standing alone

Blue tumbles

From the belly of me

The Lie

The Lie

I slept with your potential and found it a corpse my arms on awakening
Your ashen outline desinigrated within the linens
My eyes suddenly clear
I woke discovering your dream was a lie
Loyal only to your own demise

For promise and charm fell to its knees and choked
Gulping its own narcissistic spew
In reality your potential’s breathe
Was only thinly lined against silver
And glass
Mirrored too insincere to last
Too thoughtless to weather truth
Too empty a vessel to rely on



My thanks to Aliester Crowley for the inspiration

JMH

The Illusion of Potential

The Illusion of Potential

for JMH

carol voccia © 2011



It took one and a half circles of the sun with you

To see friendship reduced to tough text

And insincerity scratched in political correctness



Now when the sun shines on potential

I will quickly

Anchor myself in reality



You see

Potential is only a word

Reality is your face in the mirror



Potential is illusive

Reality burns any clouds of doubt away



If looked squarely in the eye

You will know truth

And it will sting with harshness

Or sing with sweet



It depends on your hearts loyal compass

And your willingness to actually know

Its message in your reflection