Is the Play the Thing?

Where are the love song sentiments
The reluctant partings
The needful longings
The passionate reunions
The soul worshiping
The celebration of every tiny quirk or trait
The promises of lifetime comfort
The celebrations of loving someone as they are
For exactly who and what they are

The love songs lied and now all end in tears
One day, who you are will not be who they want you to be
And the same will be true as you look at them
There will be no celebration
And you will wonder if there ever really was
I don't think there ever was

I think I was what was supposed to happen
Chosen to be cast in a role because I showed up to the audition
And no one else was qualified for the role
I learned the lines and the choreography
And it was good enough for a time
But good enough only gets you by for a time

I thought I really earned the part
That I embodied the role
That compliments were sincere
That the applause was genuine
But the flowers stopped coming at the end of the show

The costumes no longer fit
The auditorium is empty
Or worse, filled with disappointment and resentment
But I cannot remove the makeup
No matter how hard I scrub
And I cannot leave the stage
Because the show must go on
So I repeat the same steps on the worn floor
The soulless smile failing to light my eyes
Enduring until the music ends

-gws

Crafting a Poem

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With pen and ink
Paper and light
And a turn of phrase
I start to write

Of dreams and hopes
Of nightmares and fears
With strokes of ink
A poem appears

Like witch's spell
Or bard's pub song
From poet's heart
My words are drawn

To craft clever poems
Each word I must weave
Into a construction
A heart can believe

Whether magic or mischief
Love story or lie
I've just crafted a poem
And now bid goodbye

-gws


Rabbit Holes of Rumination

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You treat me like a beautiful mind
Asking my opinions
Exploring ideas
You invite me to engage in discordant conversation
And uncomfortable curiosity
You bid me to think deeply
To test the boundaries of my beliefs
You ask me to pull you down rabbit holes of rumination
Neither of us sure where we will be lead
Yet both of us excited for the journey
We discuss, debate, and discover
We challenge, and question, and deadlock
Always honest and vulnerable
Open, curious, and safe
Exchanging thoughts and perspectives
With the utmost love and respect
And I thank you for every luminous minute

-gws

Nourished

When my roots are nourished
The fire at my core ignites
The light returns to my eyes
As my soul flares bright with renewal
Colors become more vivid
Flavors more complex
My pupils dilate
The world is exciting again
Enticing again

When my roots are nourished
My mind becomes expansive
Filled with possibilities, curiosities, and wonderment
My blood sings universal mysteries into my ears
As I become wholly seated in my body
So that I may experience life 
Amongst the tapestry of human sensations 

When my roots are nourished
I crave deeper connections
My need for physical touch grows
Primal energy infuses my thoughts and dreams
As I desire to experience the universe on a spiritual level
Burning across the sky in an explosion of sacred energy
Enlightened and sated and complete

-gws


Toxicity

A snake with a butterfly by Johan Teyler (1648 -1709). Original from The Rijksmuseum. Digitally enhanced by rawpixel. by Rijksmuseum is licensed under CC-CC0 1.0
Venom and vitriol spill from your lips like waterfalls
Splashing your acidic emotion onto everyone within earshot
And like a corrosive acid
Your droplets of rage dissolve peace and trust into
Fumes of airborne poison
Born like toxic dandelion seeds in a wind storm
The toxin violates ears and thoughts and hearts
Plants fear
Births reflexive anxiety
Rivers of cortisol flow through my blood
The sickness consuming calm like a cancer
Slowly destroying and corrupting every relationship
That comes into contact with it

-gws

Judging a Book By Its Cover

A Book of Images by W.T. Horton & W. B. Yeats
Published 1898

What wonderment do you contain
Are you an account of actualities
Or a tome of terrors
A book of observations
Or imaginings
Your title so simple
Your cover art surreal
With its hand drawn landscape 
Or is it a dreamscape
Did you inspire
Did you create controversy
Did you find a home on many Victorian library shelves
Or did you gather dust in obscure bookshops
Unnoticed and unread
Your goldenrod cover calling to patrons like a beacon

-gws


A Mother’s List

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Wake them
Dress them
Feed them
Then it's off to school
Pick them up
And bring them home
Provide a snack or two
Help them with their homework
Hold them when they're sad
Help them learn to regulate
Themselves when they are mad
Attempt to feed them dinner
Then it's time for bed
Pick out a book or two
From favorites we have read
Bandage up their owies
Make sure they brushed their teeth
Check beneath their beds to prove
There's nothing underneath
One last kiss for comfort
And then to tuck them in
Then off to sleep for mommy
To begin it all again

-gws

Dear Book Boyfriend

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Dear Book Boyfriend,

I missed you.
I can't wait to spend time with you.
Who will you be this time?
Are you tall and dark with a brooding manner,
Or are you dapper, dashing, daring, and dangerous?
Will we play games of will,
Or will you lure me with chivalry?
I'm ready to match wits with you.
Ready to be
Incensed, 
Worshiped,
Betrayed, 
Persuaded,
Enthralled,
Rescued by you.
I am ready to despise,
Entreat,
Crave,
Trust,
Betray,
Rescue,
Surrender to you.
Are we friends this time?
Lovers?
Strangers?
Enemies?
Will we live a fairy tale, 
Or a war?
Will there be a cliffhanger?
Don't tell me how our story will unfold.
I'd hate to spoil the journey.
I will join you soon,
Amongst our wood of dead trees.
My kettle is on, and my blanket is ready.
I cannot wait to fall in love with you again.

-gws