Put your heart on the line
Can you feel the flutter?
The expectation of what needs to be done
on one cold short day
Am I a winner because I am taken?
Or do I miss the taste of freedom
that singularity brings
I am expected to wear a shade of lips
that mirror a cherry in the heat
of the summer.
And a dress that matches the
shadowed color of red
All this, just one short day
Show love in other ways
That way on a cold day in February
You too feel the freedom,
Free of expectation.
If January had shattered me like glass
February was the shards that were left upon the floor
we were short, and sharp, and dangerous
leaving scars upon both of our hearts
broken broken broken
and there was no winner in our desperate grasp for freedom
shadowed by the force in which we crashed to the ground
You were red- a cherry, burning red
and I was blue- ice cold, leaching color
and together all we were was
broken broken broken
pieces of shatter glass upon the floor
Month of between times
Neither winter nor spring
Whose short days
Taunt of warmth they do not bring
Cherry trees that do peak in
Through frost tinged window panes
Silently waiting spring times release
Freedom to burst forth blossom and vein
Yet the ice cold heart of winter
Mutes sunlight within gray shadows of blue
And time changes pace for no man
Winter releases to spring when it is due
I’m saddened to see that the lone, barren tree
No longer holds cherry pink flowers.
The sky is dark gray and the forecast today
Is for intermittent showers.
Winter is here although Spring may be near
If the groundhog cannot see his shadow.
Since ice has been thinner, seems Spring is the winner
While Winter days laze short and slow.
And although in my heart I’d prefer Spring to start,
Winter’s freedom rules when to depart.
winner gains pixie dust
heart shadowed by red color
Cold and blue.
Nothing to look forward to.
No, I never had a Valentine.
No love this month, or ever.
The freedom of a wildebeest
Roaming the Serengeti
While avoiding the lion.
In search of a winner to soothe the heart
Shadowed by the constant dread of rejection,
Take a risk in the coldest month of the year.
Not the time to crave ice cream with a cherry on top
But life is short, indulge.
It melts quickly, as cold things often do
The pain will go away,
a new season to follow.
With cherry cheeks,
My heart now leaks
The color I see is red.
Thanks to the winner,
Who took you to dinner
And now you are to wed.
Shadowed by grief,
Freedom was brief
as the bullet entered his head.
The plan, short but sweet.
Now we are complete,
While he rots under our bed.
like a cherry
And the month of hearts
maybe a winner
maybe a loser
The silent month
When I miss so many
and I wish I could dress
time like a sundae with
a cherry on top
The shadow of early dusk
is lifting but still I am shadowed
with the lack of freedom
of memories I cannot push into
the cupboards of my mind.
Icy umbra dig into my soul
commiserating with doubt
And on the shelf,
the blue ribbons
of a life so foreign now
I wonder if the triumph of my
glory years truly belong to me
Am I the winner as the
or merely the dreamer
who never really tried?
In short am I the impostor from another life?
Tell me who was the winner
of the first battle
and the year long war?
Was it you all along?
Or is your newfound freedom
shadowed in regret?
ejected at last into cold space
no longer tied to a home
I imagine you curled up and crying
without a roof to fix or a lawn to mow
It couldn't have been me
the love came up so short
the cherry was smaller than the pit
my tooth chipped on the stone
Imagine me crying when I
threw the diamond and gold away
Along with everything else
nothing works without you here
you could only fix machines
and clumsily break human beings
The house is empty
my heart is too
February reminds me of you