forgetting

January 3, 2012May 6, 2012 / my secret innuendo / 7 Comments

what is it
to forget?

a distant dream
gone by
known by only
a whisp
an ache that pulls
its way back
keeps trying
but cannot stick

or is it
a wish to
know nothing
feel nothing
be nothing
so that the pressure
to be more
absolves

even though
it forgets
it remembers still

i remember

Posted for Poetry Picnic 1/8-1/14/12 on Gooseberry Garden

petals

November 3, 2011February 23, 2015 / my secret innuendo / 28 Comments

if you ever feel
lost
each piece of you,
a flower petal,
thrown and left alone
on the ground
without a cause…

just remember
that you are
a forest of flowers…

image by simeon schatz

Posted for Poet’s Rally 10/19-10/25/11 at The Poetry Palace

Received the Perfect Poet Award… Thank you, I accept 🙂 I nominated Sarah Johnston for next week.

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while i sleep

November 19, 2010February 23, 2015 / my secret innuendo / 2 Comments

you, alone in your chair of green
looking at me as if…
you’ve known me all your life
you have

you watch me with a loving stare
of nothingness
of sadness so deep, the tears have dried up

you believe in your world
made up amidst feathers
anything to make you feel safe
and loved

you ask me
though silently
please don’t ignore me while i sleep

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fly

July 17, 2010May 7, 2012 / my secret innuendo / 10 Comments

fly
to the place
where you are me
where you can be sure that
when you cry
i am there
with you
and will let your tears
seep into
my skin

you are precious
just the way you are
like no other
never forget…
i see you

Posted for Poetry Potluck 6/19/6/25/11 Void, Loneliness & Sorrow on Jingle Poetry

victory of love over time

June 16, 2010December 30, 2010 / my secret innuendo / Leave a comment

I’m reading the book “The Time Traveler’s Wife” after seeing the movie a couple months ago. It felt that somehow there is a message in it for my destiny — a sort of answer to my life. Not that I am a time-traveler or know of one, but that I am fascinated by time and any talk of past, present and future relating in ways other than chronological. I love to wrap my mind around Einstein’s thoughts on time and that there is no such thing as linear time; we made it up.

Of course it’s a love story that touches my heart. He always returns to her. And there are similarities with her knowing she is doing what she has to do for love, despite the waiting and loneliness, that mimics my life. But it’s the notion of time that brings me to write now.

They meet in different stages of their life, spontaneously. How often do I wonder what the person I love looked like and sounded like in future years, or in past years. And how would we be together at different ages, different age gaps, and different stages of life. It is a story to remind me that age and time do not matter when it comes to love. Love is the victor in the end. True love is timeless and never ends. It is the beginning and the ending.