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A Falling Into An Eye
The man spoke. “We shall be, if you trust.
But, confidantes as I appoint.”
You have fallen into my eye, to stay you
must meet by a closet door as I request,
and only then.
Do not ask, say a thing from my calendar
of rules, for to do so may cause pain upon
your imaginary dreams……….for I’m those.
There will be much for you to put up with,
little will I share…………for you have fallen
remember,
“deep into my eye.”
Never divorce a thought without conferring to
a repeated question, I’ll not be given to answers.
Your
mood in demands to know will not affect me in
the least.
I’ll be about the country, be about a wire. But
your
status requires not a privilege to know, much
less to understand; you are a mere woman; “I’m
the eye.”
Have you anything to say? But, before you do,
let me inform you I’ll make no demands upon you
in your waking thoughts. There will be no response
to any mundane suspicions of my business, nor will
I have a name.
And Sir, I’ll be but in many thoughts as I reflect
in the
glare of “your eye.” The darkness of your
movements
will make me wonder who, wonder why.
I’ll be speechless to any thoughts to reveal, for
as you say, “I’ve
fallen; fallen too far to reach past your secrets.
I’ll
question upon one remaining turn of the knob,
“where is the
diary, the pen?, the one used to keep count of
those
who have fallen under the spell of your
eye…………Unknowingly.”
© Bette Mioduski 2000
A Thousand Bells
The old woman kept wondering
When the rains would come
The thunder,
The thunder never seemed to cease
Perhaps it was a long, long train from long ago
All the doctors would say, "it must be"
"It must be just because"
Her sanity was drawn into question at a point
The tree’s, the flowers were all growing
accordingly,
To some other plan;
She missed the rains
She walked and walked to escape the invisible
Again the doctors peered deep,
Then deeper into her
The invisible followed,
Like a halo only she could perceive
Again walking and walking in the snow,
Bumping into
Another season; things grow;
The rains, the trains
The halo invisible drove her to a wall;
She was going to make a call
The Old Woman heard a thousand bells,
She thought for a thousand weddings,
Somewhere off in a distant town
Soon in darkened silence,
A falling would be heard,
Oft to the distant sound
© BETTE MIODUSKI 1999
Daniel My Son
Your so big now, too soon grown,
from a mere bud to a near man all your own.
Gone forever is that striped shirt in the picture
when you were two; and days of toys cars and
chasing lightening bugs.
Your flaxen hair is now dark brown and combed just
the way you like it.Daniel, as you grew you worked so hard and saved to get
that first car.
Wow!, I was so very proud of you.
And you drove like a rocket heading towards a
galaxy star.
And now the first true love of your life is
nothing
short of an exclamation point; like someone you
heard about
from the big boys sitting on a beachfront pier.
But, she is yours and more. Surprises of cotton
candy kisses
on a warm July night saturates your unconcious
thoughts forevermore.
Break ups and make ups patched up by songs shared;
two hearts
will recall, and lead to resolutions of faith and
future vows.
Daniel, I wonder as you shake off your innocent
baby skin do you wish you were back in remember
when?,
I secretely wish you were. My heart jumps with
joy
as you accomplish and master life’s highways;
I hold my breath with each new passage of rites,
day after day.
As I write this my minds eye visualizes the moment
of your birth.
Lord, it was such a glorious moment of love and a
stroke of good luck.
Daniel your eyes were an incredible neon blue, and
I
spoke words of shear amazement to you. Daniel do
you
know I often gaze at your prom picture?........I
wonder
how long it'll be when you wear another carnation;
another time
to celebrate and marry then be gone from me.
Daniel as the door closes tight on your
childhood........I
hope I did all right being mom; and hopefully you
will find
a mom for your children as good or better than
I've tried to be.
Daniel I'd love to snap my fingers quick to the
day I took
that picture of you, and that striped shirt; the
image of your
smile will last until the end of all my memories.
On My Way To Somewhere . . .
After reading a bit here and there I've concluded
man can explore, and explore many times, Based on a need for self fulfillment
in a mere moment. But, the exploration of what lies around us be it a soul,
body or even the cosmos extends to even more knowledge than a moment's desire.
I can be but an animal in the touch of an hour. . . and a thinker beyond
looking at trash along the edge of a street's curb watching dancing rats on my
way to somewhere never traveled before. I read somewhere we live but on a
small "blue dot" in the sky among the galaxies; that thought gave credence to
the smallness of a tin can disemboweled of its contents. Who would know, who
would learn from the picking up of such a piece of nothing, a nothing such as
we walking around so piously in gold shoes on this "blue dot."
Tom's Comments:
It makes me remember many famous states. Your poem
is very excellent when read by my computer. I think is would be best read
every time I boot up the computer. I use WinSpeak as my computers voice.
We welcome Bette to AbledArts. She is an
accomplished poet. We look to her for guidance.
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On My Way To Somewhere
by Tidbits38,
Rating: 0 05/09/2002 09:54:08 EDT
A Little History by Bette
I'd like to fill you in on a bit more
about myself if you don't mind. As you know I have a severe hearing problem. I
also have hydrochephis (water on the brain). I developed this in my late
twenties, and it was not diagnosed correctly for six years; no one knows why I
have it. I have a shunt that has been replaced three times. I'm grateful for
the shunt too. I've been found clinically dead because my shunt
collaspsed_______I'm grateful for still being here for my kids, they are the
light of my life.
I'm the oldest of eleven children, and I have two
very healthy kids, Robin 35, and Danny 17.
I really am lost on how to proceed with my
writing. I'd like to put out another book as soon as I find another publisher.
I have no business training at all, However am thinking about going back to
school. But, am not real sure on that. The one thing that stops me at the
moment is tinnitis__________That is a condition where one hears noises in the
ear. Some people have a very mild case of this, I have it where the noise is
endless_______I've had it for eighten years.
But, soon hope to get a hearing aid where the
noise can be blocked so that I can live free and get my nervous system back.
:)
The capacity for passion is cruel and devine.
George Sand (1929)
I always wanted to be somebody.......
Althea Gibson (1958)
In poetry you can leave out everything but the
truth
D. Keenan
There is at least one thing more brutal than the
truth, and that is the consequence of saying less than the truth.
Ti-Grace Atkinson(1974)
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