On the Wing

I love the sound of the mourning dove on the wing
feathers spread and whistling in the wind
Their plaintive call is a beautiful thing
A mourning message they do send…

~Charlotte 5.29.09

Never Be Mine

I look at you and see

My life that might have been

I recall the owl claiming the big tree

He will forever be a reminder of you and me

Something to be admired from afar

A thing to claim as mine

But the sheen on you and I we cannot mar

For it will be suspended for all time.

Maybe I want you as a dream

Not the reality

But everything is not what it seems

And the motions we go through are a mere formality

Now I am looking back over my shoulder

At you finding happiness without me

One year older, one year bolder

The pieces of our love scattered like debris

This is where a long to be

This is what I need

Is this where I want to be?

Is this what I need?

Regardless of my wants, I must set you free

I know this will never be mine

I am left with the promises I made

I feel the shame of not making them real

I left you feeling betrayed

I feel the added pain of a need to conceal

We must act as if all is fine

We must distance ourselves from the lifeline

I must strike fish heads from my mind

And know this will never be mine

~Charlotte  3.27.09

Kettle Whistle

Sing kettle sing
bring me my morning tea
add milk and sugar- not too much!
all in my favorite cup

Now I can sit outside
enjoying my cuppa
soaking up all that nature provides
while the morning sun creeps up
and my body is energized with all that I imbibe.

~Charlotte 5.29.09

I’m All Worn Out

Watch your hands,

I’m hot to the touch.

Promise me,

because I’ve had enough.

Laugh out loud,

and watch the neighbors stare.

Scream and shout,

I don’t care.

I’m running out,

I’m running out,

I’m all worn out.

Christen me,

I need to purify.

Bury me,

because it’s time to die.

Spectacle,

Keep drama over there.

Punish me,

I don’t care.

I’m running out,

I’m running out.

I’m all worn out.

I need a drink.

I need a smoke,

to enjoy inside my empty heart.

I’m running out,

I’m running out.

I’m all worn out.

~Charlotte Slater 2010

Here comes the sunshine

Here comes that daughter of mine

Here comes wit sublime

Here’s a poem for her for all time

Sweet kisses

Three wishes

Lovely MacKay

The most beautiful

The most willful

The most fantastic countenance 

I have ever seen

Sweet bliss

A mirthful twist

Lovely MacKay

You bring me so much joy

A love that does not cloy

My heart you fully employ

Sweet MacKay

~Charlotte Greer Slater 8.7.09

Halcyon Day

A sunny day has come my way
I sit and soak in the rays
reveling in my blue sky day
appreciating nature’s way.

I could go find water to frolic in
or a trail to follow
but instead I have writing to begin
as i sit in a tranquil hollow.

~Charlotte 5.29.09

DRAFT to HIS HEART

What have I done?

Destroyed our peace

Might as well have used a gun

This is not catch and release

Go find a nice little house wife, 

Someone whose love and beauty pales

Who will give you a steady life.

And not keep going off the rails.

Our plan was not to run around

Yet we exist in a graceful arc

But there I was in the lost and found

Across the falling dark

Let me sing my song to you

One last time

Let me bring my love for you

and hear your heart chime

So I die inside now

A little more each day

I cry inside for a vow

And attempt to hide the fray

Fight for me my darling, save me my groom

Like the little starling stunned from the impact

With the windows that seal my room

I sit panicked and frail in your palm unable to react

Don’t cry dearheart

Let me soothe those fears

For life is tough in parts

Marring pretty pictures with all the smears

I loved you from the very start

Gave you all of me

So all I want to impart

Is that my love will set you free

So put it in your toolbox

Hide it away for none to see

It will protect you from the evil pox

That life has come to be

~Charlotte Greer Slater  2.1.2011

Datura, amaranth;
Her scent, it permeates the air.
A peremptory glance,
a darkness I never knew was there –

but so sweet,
this carcinogenic kiss,
delicately
bludgeoning me.

In each eye, a purple crescent.
The darkest shade of silken hair,
yet so softly luminescent.
Her arms ’round my neck in mantis prayer.

Tonight I wed
The Lady Death.
With lips so red
she’ll steal my breath…

She is the end of me.
She’ll take my life into her core.
Anima; legacy…
The Lady Death: Beautiful whore.

Critters

Corgi Dogs, cats, kittens, turtles and terriers oh my!

What would I do without their eager faces to lift me high?

I couldn’t imagine a day without them even if I try.

A moment doesn’t pass without a cat in my lap or a dog with a ball ready to fly.

And when night comes I have furry bed companions to whisk me asleep when the time is nigh.

~Charlotte 5.29.09

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