Is Anyone Still Out There?

Hey all you Poets. This is Marianne, masquerading as Gabrielle again. She's a bit bogged down in life right now. The Big Graduation is coming up next weekend. Friends and family are converging from all sides of the map and it's about all she can do right now to keep moving in the right direction.

Gab has promised she'll be blogging again soon. She sends her regards to everyone and is wondering if any of us have come up with any ingenious new word combinations lately. If you have anything to post, please feel free to forward it to me at msottis@yahoo.com or put it in the comments.

My sister found the poet in herself last week. She dropped one of her teenagers off at school. He was walking into the building a little too slow so she decided to do exactly what she is trying to teach her teenagers not to do while driving. She rolled down the window, looked back at her son and yelled a smart remark, something like, "I know you can walk faster than that." Unfortunately she did this while she was driving in the other direction, causing a guardrail to leap in front of her vehicle. Here is the sad lament she wrote while waiting for the tow truck:


At This Moment

At this moment I feel
Alone, desolate, lost and isolated.
Who do I call?
Who will come?

This road is so empty.
Family is too busy or far away.
Where is my love?
Are there really any friends?

Help will come, it has too.
I cannot sit here all day.
Aren't there other things to do and
places to go?
Mustn't life go on?

But, the reflection is broken.
The skin is scratched and marred.
The momentum deflated.
What will I do?
What can I do?

I can still see the road ahead.
But I cannot move forward.
Only sit, watch and wait?
Can I make a call?

I watched him walk away.
The confusion happened.
Suddenly my heart raced?
Why didn't I see?

I turned and lost control.
Flashes of red and yellow passed
with screeching sounds.
I had to stop, to breathe, to think?
Now I just wait and hope?

I tried to call.
But only indifferent silence sounded.
How did this happen?
What will be next?

Damn that car-line guard rail!
It just appeared.
Where did it come from?
Has it been there long?

Next time, I will trust.
I will not glance back,
watching my child walk into school.
Next time, I will remember and
the cell phone will be charged.

Teresa M. Lonchar
5/15/08

Spring Fever

I'm suffering from spring fever and experiencing nostalgia, so I wrote a little ditty about my youthful summers;

Florida Summers

Fire signs,
Suntan lines.
Bar-B-Que.
I love you.

Catstail Walls,
Line sandy shoals.
Beached sails,
Before sunsets trail.

Cocoa Butter sweat,
In paradise met.
Loves passion faced,
In sinewy embrace.

Summers last chance.
Follow love’s dance.

Marianne Fuchs
May 01, 2008