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Night

October 30th, 2007 by Linda Jenkinson

Feelings

  • Sometimes it’s good to pause and write
  • Of feelings that wake you in the night
  • And make you feel so all alone,
  • Seeking arms you’ll never own.
  • Not yours to own, but only borrow-
  • You’ll need to find new arms tomorrow.
  • Feelings that wake you in the night
  • Will take you to places of sheer delight.
  • They bid you rest awhile and stay.
  • And gratefully, you will obey.

Fires

  • The look in your eyes said desire.
  • I confused it, for a moment, with love.
  • When kindling flames,
  • It’s hard to distinguish
  • Until it’s extinguished.
  • Side by side,
  • Desire diminished,
  • I saw the dying embers of lust
  • Fade into the darkness of sleep.
  • No coals to keep,
  • To re-ignite.
  • When morning mist drenches
  • The passions of night.

Terror

  • The dream came and terror tore
  • The strands of dreamless sleep.
  • I woke in fear-
  • Could sleep no more,
  • Afraid of falling,
  • Plunging deep
  • Into the dark and alien abyss.
  • And just as if,
  • Knowing this,
  • Your arms reached out with warm embrace
  • Securing me in sheltered space.
  • ‘Twas then I knew that I would stay
  • Until the time you turn away.
  • Then once again, so suddenly
  • The haunting panic crept through me
  • As all at once I did recall
  • The fear that came before the fall.
  • Fearing, at the break of day
  • You would send me far away
  • From arms that hold me in the night.
  • In abject fear I hang on tight!
  • For now, I’m safe from clenching fear.
  • For now, my love, you hold me near.

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Fear of Falling

September 24th, 2007 by Linda Jenkinson
  • Mind races towards tomorrow.
  • Though when it becomes today
  • It remains for only hours
  • Then slips into yesterday.
  • Living in today
  • I stumble
  • Like a drunk on a tightrope
  • In new shoes.
  • The slip inevitable.
  • Falling, failing,
  • All the same.
  • I fall and fail and flail at air.
  • Arms reach out.
  • Unfeathered wings
  • Fingers grasping at the string
  • Elastic gossamer
  • Fragile stretching
  • Thread unraveling
  • I look down to see
  • The net of yesterday’s memory.

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