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Dark Gardens
Emotions find fragrance
Emitting violet sensations
Mindful synapses burst bloomed
In dark gardens
Under the moonlit trees
Utterance is given to memories
Anguished against grey shadows
In dark gardens
Sweet nectars slip my tongue
Singing electric through impulses
Voiced by my hands holding quill
In dark gardens
Compassion is an echo
Cobalt blue on heartsome red
Felt for feathered friends
In dark gardens
What is wrong is an end
Wishing for refreshing newness
Ley lines from this circling round
In dark gardens
Powerful disability mingles
Maudlin on the end of despairs
Dreading the next violin
In dark gardens
Knowledge comes softly
Kneeling on my furrowed brow
Brandishing disharmonied hours
In dark gardens
Forlornly I walk amongst lillies
Loving the essence of these strangers
Straining to see into my valley
Of dark gardens
Whomsoever walks on this bower
Borrows a spare part in time
Thorns prick them there
In dark gardens
Peaceful ponderings pander
For a few golden moments of magic
Made by souls mixed and married
In dark gardens
(9-23-02)
Kathy J Anderson
Don't Want to Be
Don't want to be
A bottle floating in the sea,
Sugar unmixed in your tea.
Don't want to be
Honey in a bears paw,
Nectar in a flower you saw.
Don't want to be
Sand on the shore
Swept away by tides and more.
Don't want to be
A footprint washed away
On the shores where we lay.
Don't want to be
A forgotten book of rhymes,
Melodies lost in time.
Don't want to be
Seen but rarely heard,
Flying off course for lack of words.
Don't want to be
Shocked for your pleasure,
Experienced in ways you darkly treasure.
Don't want to be
Felt, caressed, mocked or played
At a moments notice and then delayed.
Don't want to be
A treasure without a chest,
A chest without a harbors rest.
A harbor with no dock,
A ship having no anchor or lock.
Don't want to be
Your newest old toy,
Your best mirrored ploy.
Don't want to be
Funny, friendly, falacious or fickle.
Don't want to be
Found in misery or hate,
Left unwound without a date.
Don't want to be
Your clown,
Your frown,
Your ploy,
Your cloy,
Your Blake,
Your Yeats...
Just don't want to be!
(6-30-01)
Kathy J Anderson
A Victim of The Source
Pantoum #1
What sorcery affected her this way
Like a victim of an unseen black spell
Made bohemian as a ship, near quayed,
Having sailed lonely waves of farewell swells.
Like a victim of an unseen black spell,
Her sailing dreams quayed in dry dock,
Having sailed lonely waves of farewell swells,
Her heart hypnotized by loves luck.
Her sailing dreams quayed in dry dock,
No more will to try the last key,
Her heart hypnotized by loves luck,
A lock on treasure none dared see.
No more will to try the last key
Since it was lost under ships aft,
A lock on treasure none dared see,
An ocean sway, a spell of craft.
What sorcery affected her this way
Was a swell of affection'd mind
Made bohemian as a ship near quayed,
To be released by touching dulcet winds.
Kathy J Anderson
Desired One
Possible are dreams,
Streams of fantasies gained
Remain apart from thoughts of you,
Who lend me the light,
Bright without fears in view.
Possible are dreams,
Thoughts of waking in your arms,
Charms spoken with touching words
Assure my dreams come true,
Muse of the pipers songs to be heard.
Possible are dreams,
Endeavoring in fantasiac fictions pose
Prose for unrealistic expectations,
Reflected images in melted glass
Last longest inside this embracing vase.
Possible are dreams,
Brought to light before encircling fears,
Dear is my hearts hold,
Cold before the dawning of the sun
Running to meet my desired one.
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Kathy J Anderson
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