With October fast upon us
autumnal breeze sways barren trees
pumpkins become jack o’ lanterns soon
woodsmoke wafts in brisk night air
dead leave strewn, blown everywhere
cackling witches swish past a full moon
With October fast upon us
autumnal breeze sways barren trees
pumpkins become jack o’ lanterns soon
woodsmoke wafts in brisk night air
dead leave strewn, blown everywhere
cackling witches swish past a full moon
I felt it coming in the fall
the grey veil
that comes every year
to cover my eyes with gloom
it has been relentless this time
violently biting my skin
sneaking around window panes
and through the sleeves of my coat
stubborn in its conviction to stay
I feel it coming now
salvation
in fleeting, squinting glances
I see the fire of the sun
streaming through this fog
promising clarity, comfort,
and peace
soon it will permeate the frost
in my heart with its glow
and burn away the shroud
to illuminate my soul
©Debra Goodman
we live alone
together
words fall from our mouths
like dead leaves
to the ground
I start at a sound
used to silence
I sit alone
dreaming of lovers
I have known
sometimes I marvel
that you can’t see
how many men have loved me
with your body
©Debra Goodman 1995
we live alone
together
words fall from our mouths
like dead leaves
to the ground
I start at a sound
used to silence
I sit alone
dreaming of lovers
I have known
sometimes I marvel
that you can’t see
how many men have loved me
with your body
©Debra Goodman 1995
The ocean so tremendous
asleep in its foggy mist
the seagulls flying carelessly
content to just exist
I stood silently beholding
a scene so lovely and free
and wondered who I should thank
for that moment of ecstasy
(I WROTE THIS POEM WHEN I WAS TWELVE YEARS OF AGE…BEING A PURIST, I DECIDED NOT TO EDIT!)
This tender knowing
I have loved and been loved
Tonight,
that seems enough…
I’m a work in progress…
stay tuned…
you may find me here
hiding
see, right now,
I’m reconstructing
filled with words
I haven’t said
and dreams
I’m afraid of
so this is me
I’m nothing
and I’m
everything