A Path to Solitude I watch you on childhood playgrounds Where innocent games Fill endless hours And the world stretches only as far As the schoolyard And my backdoor Bewildered By your sunlit hair And softness ______________ You run and kick the ball it dances in the sky of my eyelids Your shouts and laughter are but swords that tear embroidered blouse With finger scissors I will cut all curls of hair sew shorts and dirty T shirt be tough as only boys can be when flashing ball will hit my chest ______________ Will finger scissors cut away The magic of your gentle tone Or the swirling pools of mystery That, sparkling, cloud your eyes ------------------------- So I will not be captured In their depths, I look away To flashing balls and toughness Games that only boys can play And leave you standing there ______________ The sun is rising as every day it does the oak still standing in the yard the day unfolds in warmer hues. Your eyes like flashing scimitars run over blossoms on my breasts; your glimpse of brown... it ripples hidden stream of blood, I wonder if your heart is tiding. You turn and leave me standing on the shore. ____________ No more a child I look for you eagerly To drown myself in your eyes And know your velvet touch With princely confidence Do I promise you happiness And paradise worlds Unwavering devotion And love ______________ Your fingers entwined in my hair you make me dance around the sun, your love and kisses promise me we are two stars, no space between. A hectic river in our veins streams blood in seething cauldron, we plunge inward, unlock all doors, dive deep in cobalt blue of merging self. ______________ Past being a stallion , wild Hooves raised to the sky to beat at unseen foes I beat hooves at invisible walls That separate me from you Inevitable folly breeds anger I show you that But cry alone in secret places Feeding seeds where giant oaks Once fed a roaring flame _______________ Yet time blows on the flame the noise of habit makes you deaf to all the screams of shrinking heart, and ever you assume my skin your mane, you do not care to pour fresh air on dust. A wall between two rooms, so high it grows, I throw a bunch of feathers, I try to fly, you pin them on the cracking boards of old familiar wooden floor. My breath is shallow now Too soon come age and dying flesh And why, now, through veiled lids Do I see you so clearly And know the distant look in your eyes Is reliving hours and days lost And crying for a return That can never be I rode proudly my gallant steed Not knowing that your single wish in life Was to be lifted up alongside me ______________ And winter days spit cold on ashes, on naked branches of dying oaks. You hold my hand, you gaze at snakes, slow pulsing veins. - We journeyed a long way, we two - you proudly state. A wrinkle smile fades among deep lines, I do not tell you that my eyes, through mist and tears and time, strive to detect and give a name to present stranger I once well knew.
Richard Scarberry's Questions:
1. Can the two individuals involved be easily identified
from the writing?
2. Does the evolution of the relationship come through clearly?
Paula Grenside's Questions:
We were interested in exploring the male and
female mind and to see why there are so many misunderstandings.
It was fun working with Rich on this poem.