Poem

  • Leisure

    Her blue eyes were almost translucent

    Certainly to her.

    She saw the world differently.

     

    Her frame was fragile

    And her life hung by a thread

    Threatened by her own destruction.

     

    Her life seemed out of control.

    No job, boring school,

    No direction or desire.

     

    She had no one

    Who really understood her.

    Or who heard her cries for help.

     

    The shadows in her mind

    Haunted her, followed her

    Wherever she went.

     

    The goblins and voices

    Never left her alone.

    She was alone most of the time.

     

    * * * *

    Ah, the days of leisure

    To do whatever we want

    Or nothing.

     

    A hundred years ago

    Our children would be working

    In order for us all to live.

     

    Every hand was necessary

    For survival.  To eat every day.

    The family above all else.

     

    Different values, they say.

    Teen suicide rates are up.

    Leisure. Loneliness. No purpose.

     

    What to do?

    When you’re bored with

    Leisure.

  • Drowning

    Another Xangan wrote the bulk of this and asked me to help polish it a bit. She prefers to remain anonymous but I’m sure she’ll watch your feedback.

    Drowning 

    A mermaid beckoned me to the sea this day.

    Her beauty undeniable. Her song hypnotizing.

    I could not will myself away.

    I dove into the water

    Entangling my body with hers.

    Sweetness and wonderment,

    Swimming away from the burden of the upperworld.

    She told me to go deeper.

    For a moment I feared for my ability to breathe down there.

    But she laughed

    A musical harmonic laugh.  Teasing and taunting me to go deeper.

    When I began to lose consciousness she kissed me.

    Her kisses gave me breath.

    I followed her deeper.  The water warming my senses. 

    She promised me magical moments lasting forever.

    I inhaled deeply.  A wonderful calm overcame me. 

    Breathing.  Carefree.  A new world of reality.

    Of illusions perhaps.  But a wonderful, magical miasma

    Filled my soul.  Breathing dreams with my angel.

    Reveling in the comfort underwater.  I had become a siren.

    For how long I could not tell.  Forever perhaps.

     

    She warned me about resurfacing

    Like a mother warns a child.

    The sun would burn my tender skin.

    Gravity would collapse my legs.

    Stay with her and leave the upperworld behind.

    * * * * *

    After a time, I dreamt of resurfacing.

    The desire to return grows,

    The magic of the underworld fades.

    Nothing against pescetarians, but I’ve had my fill.

    Yes! A filet mignon cooked Pittsburgh style ought to do the trick!

    I pry the seaweed from my hair and ascend to the known but unknown.

    I’m frightened. Aware of the abuse, betrayal and abandonment that awaits me.

    Where the days become so complicated.  So raw.

    I remember the sensitivity of my mermaid.

    Knowing that I can return to her when I am hurt.

    Does that knowledge make the world easier?

    Addiction haunts my life in the upperworld,

    Calling to me.  The power of illusions.

    * * * * *

    The ocean deceives the eyes,

    It’s surface hiding the activity below.

    So, too, does the heart.

  • Dance

    Dance with me

    Sweep me away

    With arms around

    Tightly wound.

     

    Make me dizzy

    With delight

    As we skip along the light.

     

    Send shivers down my spine

    Putting rhythm in my hips.

    Bring moisture to my lips.

     

    Close onto me

    Two bodies as one.

    Pressing, messing, expressing

    Sweating, bodies petting.

     

    Dance with me.

    Until we are two exhausted.

    Sent away.  Spent

    Until another day.