Laments of a Destitute Housewife — Poetry

1.
Sweet Jesus, what has become of me?
This tangled mop of hair
Loss of bit, an elephant’s girth—
Even I find me so repulsive
I’ve smashed mirrors
To hide my shame

2.
This world has swallowed me
Regurgitated the most vile parts
And paraded me for all to see—
Bystanders turn their heads
Even the curious deny me

3.
Is it any wonder I seek death?
To rid myself of this pain—
A heart dipped in lead
So heavy, so heavy
And these burdens burning my soul—
I am but ashes, ashes
And now, with the wind, even less so

©2014, Lori Carlson

Morning Ritual — Poetry

In silence, I find you
Sleeping idly
Locks of blond hair
Cascading down
Awashed in a waterfall
Soft eyelashes
Breathing upon your face

I hold my breath—
This moment will last a lifetime

Curled into me
A soft down pillow
One small hand upon my shoulder
Feet intertwined—
We are one
A trickling creek
Lingering through a meadow

I sigh—
Such bliss I’ve never known

You stir—
Eyes opening in awe
Two blue flowers blossoming
A shy smile beckons me
Red lips parting
A whisper upon my ears—
Rippling waves upon the shore

I breathe you in—
Good morning, my love

©February 2015, Lori Carlson

A Missive to Unfulfilled Love — Poetry

Dearest One,

I watch you laughing
Your face shimmers in early winter sunlight
Your beauty draws a crowd
Who wouldn’t want to be with one so radiant?

I sip my coffee
Too afraid to be near you
Too scared that I will reach out
Smooth away a stray hair from your forehead
Or caress your cheek with my hand
I need more than a few moments of your time

I’ve dreamt of lifetimes with you
Whole years lost in your loving arms
Where moments like this
Feel strange with others touching you

Your eyes scan the room and land on mine
I smile; you smile
You cross the room, settling into a chair beside me
I try to listen to your excited chatter
But I cannot resist your lips
So perfectly formed and rosy wet

You lean over and kiss my cheek
Your hands squeezing mine
And then you are off again

You are a social butterfly
That everyone wants to capture
To pin on display
But my heart would break to see you that way

And so, I let you go
Over and over again
©2014, Lori Carlson

A Letter to Dad, Father’s Day 2013 — Poetry

Dear Dad —

there’s a soft rain falling today
reminding me of home
and you —

rain ping
ping
pinging on the tin roof
like your laughter ringing through the house

I could have spent my entire life
comfortably by your side —
instead I ran from God
mother’s childhood and small-minded people
my own mind, a wide-open chasm
even you fell through —
I didn’t even know you were gone
that’s how selfish I’d become

and now, so far away from you —
you’ve become my Zen master
just relax and enjoy the day
if I had only been an ample student
I would have known this my entire life

like the drops of rain on the tin roof
slow and methodical, like laughter pealing

© 2013 Lori Carlson