Category: Penman Lounge

with apologies to Padgett Powell

if you could catch a swallow
or swallow a ketch,
which would work for you?

the way language wends its way thru us
is still mysterious & twisted
by “inner” logic unknown

the thought to word movement
is unfathomable. do you search
for the word & no one works at times?

as the “trains go by the screen”
we reach out into the unseen
to create that which you then see inside

Trouble, mounted,
waters running shy.
Win, mirrored as poltergeist of place that’s long been forgotten in
futures that have left a place
for us

Sticks and blood, we and heat,
as friction, rubbing incessantly,
in to,
oblivion.

Fire, smoke
broken, wars.
Dual placements evaporate as pressure,
– heat –
takes us, as well.

Mounted, clouds, fidget – action –
for loud, boisterous.
Dreaming of falling, incessantly.
Brings rain
to gravity

Even thought
She has left this life
She is not gone
She has not
left you
She glows
inside you
She shines so bright
She is your light within
Feel her warmth
Take heart
You
Are never alone
Her love is in you
Around you
Always
Infinitely

Be not sad
Celebrate her
Honour her
by living your life
the way SHE wanted
You to live it
And that
is to be
Happy
Joyful
Full of Love

With much love…Cathie and Walter, Bella & Tony.

You left me with no choice
With scattered lines of treacherous poems, riddled in excess, waiting for more
I’ve landed within grounds, fertile and bold
Manageable halls, turning, to boundless wombs
And my thought is still lost in you

Fragments with no image, sound, just raw remembrance
Your fragrance, and my love, make knots
In stomachs, bound to underworlds
You, bring fire

Finding you, taking back what is left of me in eyes
And bringing you with me, rising

Or drowning in flames because of
But I cannot remain

Scatter your own upon me, gently
As you come with me
Lifted, or,
we, the descendants

of bliss

There is order in the fragments.
Cups in a late night diner
are melody, stacked chairs the staff.

Chaff comes, goes, we separate
not always wisely. I hold on
too long to the discards, the stones, and rocks.

Rocks, beautiful stones arranged
worn do not feed or satisfy.
I’m down in my cups

amongst the chaff, the wind blows.
The staff has gone home. We rock
back & forth, fragments of a song

God only knows.

On a cold February afternoon 2 years ago
our lives were forever changed when
we saw your picture
we fell in love
a phone call made and lots of questions
Then off in the car
half our later you are here
you are home
our Lil’ Buddy
scared
dirty
hurting
hungry
shaking
With one tiny step at a time and lots of love
and care you bloomed
and grew to trust us
and love us…
with Bella Bird we were a family
A wonderful loving family for 2 magical years
of many cuddles, kisses, giggles, adventures, sharing food…
parties with friends
and times of companionable silence…
A blessed shining 2 years
whose light has dulled now
You are gone now our precious Lil’Buddy
Gone from this life
but a light in our hearts…
We love you..
We will never forget you sweet Bud Bud.

4 Feb 2010 Copyright catherine hayes ulasins

For All My Patience and All My Waiting. For The Simple Remedy Of A Greedy Me. Come Satisfy Me. Touch Where You Want. Explore The Depth’s Of Your Lust.
No Time Is For Granted. Our Space Is Wide With Every
Demand. I Watch You From A Far, But Feel You On My Skin..Taste You In My Mind. Mmmm Amazing How Divine..
It’s About Time. Finally Come On And Be Mine. I Got It. I Have It. You Need It. I Know You. My Mind’s Lover.
How I Crave You. Enough With The Hesitation She Doesn’t Even Love You.
It’s About Time. I’m Pushing All Your Button. I’m So Enthralled Pride is Nothing. Come On! Take What I’ve Got Coming.

Like sandpaper soaked with stolen colors ripped off the canvas of Edward Hopper’s final scene wearing a torn bloodstained turtleneck tuxedo, a silent piano player drunk from heartaches mouthed his song in broken tongues as a pencil thin prima-donna danced, frozen in time. As dawn sliced through the cover of night, his mind drifted off on a warm summer breeze and as a young girl laughed hanging upside down scantily clad in recycled afterthoughts, his body was laid to rest beneath a bed of untold lies.

So softly she stroked the sun as ripples of water washed white the weight of her weariness, her hands dripping tears. Suddenly she slipped from the sky turning back in time. Her sighed filled the dark night with worry, hovering like the bite of death. As dawn cracked light on her broken dreams, she sensed she was in a Shakespearean tragedy covered with the dust of time, dressed in rags and pointed French shoes, pondering a world without beauty.

How do I find the words…
Describe what stirs inside
of me
as I think of you
now gone
suddenly…
Tinkling laughter heard
and
sweet music remembered
from years back created
by you…
A sweet smile…
A very bright child…
A protective sister…
Rebellious daughter
but loving
yes loving…
Confusion sets in
Many waves of confusion
with building blocks of
stubborness and
non communication…
The pain of it all
then YOU putting out
your light…WHY?
Dear girl…
Still VERY MUCH
LOVED girl…
For loving you
NEVER stopped…
Things got in
the way…
Now is the time to soothe
the hurts…
Do not blame
Remember the good
Forgive
Someday
Go to the light
Rest
Be at peace…

8 January 2011 copyright catherine anne hayes