by tara


To Be His Love

oh to hold him as close
as this heart around my neck

to feel his breath
warm against my skin

to sleep within his arms
and dare to dream

to sense him there
to know

to kiss his mouth
and taste our love

to be his love
and find my life


Year One

This is the beginning
love starts here
not a year ago or even yesterday
but here....right now...tonight

I am being born again
you give me life with each word
with each kiss
with each touch

You can say it will not end
and it won't
I can say it hasn't even begun
because it hasn't

This is the beginning
of us..of love...
forever


It Isn't Enough


Do you know how much
I love you?

No you do not...
for in this moment
I love you
as never before
and yet I find
it isn't enough.

So in the next moment
I will love you more
and pray that I
will never find love's limits


Flowers


He fills my life with flowers

a single rose

a basket

a vase

the amount doesn't matter

He fills my life with flowers


Driving Into Spring

Driving into Spring
I thought of you

Though winter brought you to me
and winter kept you close
and winter watched nearby
as you first took me in your arms

Driving into Spring
I saw the redbuds
and the dogwoods
and the daffodils
and finally the lilacs
the promise of yet another April

and I thought of you.


There Are No Words

There are no words
just the sounds
as love rises and falls
and rises again.

And the smell
of your showered skin
as you fall into my arms

Words would fail us now
and so we rely on the other
more trusted senses...

I watch myself in your eyes
and touch your face

and suddenly I am more
than I have ever been
because you love me



AFTERWARDS

You remember what it wasn't
and you forget what it was

You long for the familiar
while reaching for the unknown

Caught by the magic 
that was the beginning
You stand helplessly before
the mediocre present

You think of the soft sea
of his blue eyes
and the dark storm 
of his frowns

You can't remember driving away
only being gone

You want to go back
(you can't go back)
You want to try
(what's the point?)
You want to make it alright
(it can never be alright)

You think about the good times
And you wonder
When they got so few and far between

You know you loved
beyond all love
So how did it come down 
to this?

You feel as though 
your best friend died
just when you needed him
the most

You hold on to the good
and let go of the bad
And try to find some peace
in that

It was over
(you can't go back)
You did your best
(it was never enough)
You know you tried
(did you did you)

You remember how he
held you when you cried
But not when the 
laughter ended

You need to let go
so you can go on
And you need to go on
so you can let go

You said goodbye
but you can't remember 
what day it was
or even what month
Just that it was long before
you physically 
moved away.

You know about fairytales
but you still believed

And in the memories
of the years
and tears
and love
would you have
it differently

Except of course
the ending

You want to say
I'm sorry
(you are you are)
You want to say
I love you
(you do you always will)
You want to smile
(maybe one day..one day)

And on this day
you'll cry
Cause it's afterwards
and
it's over
and
i's all in the past now

But the feelings 
just don't know that.

-----September 24, 1997

Edmonton

It's gentle this rain
and it's green here
and yes
it is flat.

Gentle this rain
gentle this green
gentle the flat landscape

How can such a gentle place
withstand the pain
of the winter that lies ahead?

And what of me?
gentle me
frightened me
green me

How will I withstand?


Survival

I learned at an early age
that the only way to survive
was to know
that you could.

And I
have lived that way
able to look into the eyes of anyone
and know
what they have to offer
and what I have to give
in return

There is no balance.
I take more than I give
but
don't tell them that.
They'll never know

Survival
is adjusting and then
being able to readjust after the deed is done.
Never confusing
what you are
with
what you have to be sometimes.

Survival means
caring enough to go on
when there is nothing to go on for
except the hope that tomorrow
will bring the answers that you seek

I'll make it through.
Though I don't know why
I've always known how.


Midnight Rainbows

Midnight rainbows
have taken hold
and pulled me to my knees
one too many times

I know their lies
and cruel deception
as well as I know my own

You know the shades
of midnight rainbows.
You've seen them in my eyes
one too many times
And you know my lies
perhaps as well
as I do

But lets not talk of lies just now
Pull me close...
closer than you ever have before
and promise
not to let go too soon

We'll find the midnight rainbows together
and all the colors
hidden in the lies
that for now
are all I have to give.


For Rod

When there is no one left
to write these silly words for
I will write for you.
You are constant.
The mirror in which
I've seen myself for
twenty-five years now
The only mirror I do not hide from
The mirror that shows me
What I was once
what I am now
and glimpses of what I shall be.

If I am the wind and the sky
it is only because you are my earth.
The solid part. The home.
I will always take flight
And your words will always guide me home


For Rose

Tearose.
t
rose.

We had a good time
didn't we...
Making everything seem so
god damned awful.

Only we
tearose
could find a way
to make things worse.


Dodging Butterflies

Dodging butterflies
at 40 MPH
stained glass
gossamer
too close
to metal
to glass

I cannot break
this fragile strength
My wings
Their hearts


For The Sweet One

He is the words I couldn't find.

The emotions too complex or too simple
to explain.

He is the dream not quite forgotten
that lingers through the day.

He is the last tear of my sorrow
and the first laugh of my joy.

He is the man in the mirror
that reflected back a child

He is the step not taken
the kiss that ended too soon.

He is the poem
I never wrote.


tara and the seagulls
crossed Fort Loudon dam
at the same time today.

I don't know where
either one was headed
or where either one
will end up.

Maybe it's the going there
that matters
and nothing else

tara and the seagulls
were the same today
though they had different cries
Both knew that they had wings
and the ability to use them.

Wings for flight.
Hejira time again


Request

Go away.

I want you
and
I don't want to.


#1

In the end
It is all for the roses
Those that came and those
that didn't

Petals of love that fell around me
and for a time
made something seem worthwhile.


#2

Tell me that you understand
and I'll tell you
all the pretty lies
a man could want to hear.

I know stories about lilacs
that even one as worldly as you
couldn't possibly have heard.

And I can tell you all of them
in a single night
beside you
without saying
a single word

Every touch is a lilac tale
and every tale
is a pretty lie


#3

I suppose you know
that I was born in another time
although I have been forced
to live in this one

You knew me by another name then.
You know me by the sorrow in my eyes now.

Wait for me
on this side of yesterday
or the other side of tomorrow

We will know one another
I'm sure of that

I suppose you know.


Damn It Anyway

Damn it anyway.
When did the night
cease to be my friend?
Why can I no longer
wait until midnight
when the magic takes hold
and turns me back into
something I once was sure of?

Midnight brings me dreams.
I sleep
and toss
and wish myself awake.
Ireland teases me
and the past taunts me
with the knowledge
that I can't go back.

But damn it anyway.
I want to call you
say let's go out
same time...same place
To light a cigarette
drink a beer
and watch for you
strolling down the aisle
to our table
(this is Richard's chair...he'll come one day I think)
Damn it anyway
I want to toss my hair...laugh
and watch you toss yours.
I want to watch
and wonder
while they watch
and wonder
at our strange ways.

Damn it anyway
I'm tired of wine
on thick carpeted floors
in front of my stereo on the second floor
of my three floor, upper middle class home
in the suburbs of a city
that could be any city
but isn't home.

Damn it anyway.
I'm tired of the guilt.
Knowing that while I sip
this wine that isn't beer
my husband waits
(or does he anymore?)
for me to come to bed
and be his wife.
I don't want to listen to this music
that I can't make fun of.
There's nothing to laugh at or about
and
I dare not laugh at nothing.
My daughter's horrified looks
as she says..."Mom!".

Damn it anyway
that no one wants to talk
about the old days
(anything that occurred before my child's 13th birthday
and the worldly wisdom she inherited that day.)
Damn it anyway
that the Bangles sing
"A Hazy Shade of Winter"
and leave out
"funny how my memory skips/while looking over manuscripts/
of unpublished rhyme/drinking my vodka and lime."
and this same child says
that's a stupid line anyway.

Damn it anyway
that I'm a stranger
to everything I once was familiar with.
Nothing recognizes me
that i want to be recognized by
and that face in the mirror
cannot possibly be me.

Damn it all anyway.
For happening so quickly.
For bringing me here where I wanted to be
and then letting me find out
where I left was home.


#4

Reaching for the telephone
yet again
I take a moment to breathe
and sigh
"no."

I let you go.
I did.
I must.

You are by far
the most dangerous thing
I have faced in my life.

I cannot see you
without loving you
and I cannot love you
without dying.


#5

I'm running empty.
Afraid to look forward.
Afraid to look back.

What if you were standing there
and I could not stop
my feet from running
back to you?

But ahead
my summer arms
reach to hold you
forever and for always

Sheltered in the past.
Hopeful for the future
Empty I am running
toward you or away.


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