Sometimes, A Collection Of Fleeting Verse
Josie Caruso

Sometimes

its noon
i'm in bed
tears and stains 
cover my quilt

i lay quiet
can't stay ,can't go
its like this sometimes

days of grey
and hopelessness
quiet rain finds empty spaces
fog and reality thickens

i see through 
a prism of sadness
it lingers ......

i resist......
if i could just 
find my sunny day boots.

i'd push and stomp into them 
til they fit snug 
around me.

its like this sometimes.

On The Roof Just Under A Sill

The rain
            tempers the glow of green
stretching  across the long lawn

The peace I find in 
a summer wash awakens an old soul
Joy so simple 
      Rain so sweet.

Stately are my companions 
   the trees
they stand in knowing
Destined to the whims 
    of   father sky

Evergreen fidgets
to accomodate
  droplets perched on needles

An infant oak
  bends in to embrace the 
     wet wind

On the roof just under a sill 
   I sat one day
     just rain
         just calm....

My Empty Voice

Tenderness escapes me 
I'm too busy  ( for that )
no time now  
maybe later
I've got to look sharp,
stand tall,
succeed.
Tenderness escapes me 
I'm too busy ( for that )
no love now
maybe later
I look full
...yet....
I hide a choke 
for a touch, 
a soft word.
no love now 
maybe later 

Will no one hear 
my empty voice
I won't ask
How will you ever know?

So silence freezes over the women inside me 
the grandmas who squeezed me close
mom who held my face while 
I cried.

"Be strong" 
she said with an ageless echo
as I watch the tenderness 
leak out my finger tips. 

Copyright (c) 1998 Josie Caruso
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