Cemeteries

Cemeteries beloved Cemeteries, eternal gardens Cemeteries, stone gardens Cemeteries - memories Cemeteries, stone angels Cemeteries, dead doves lying helplessly on the stone edge Cemeteries, expired lives Abandoned cars We are looking for spare parts to an old Volkswagen. Restored, it will run as new. Cemeteries, green gardens peeking into the windows, where two are expressing their love. Young mothers with strollers take their babies for a walk - those dear memories of passionate love. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann 10/18/2011

Childhood memories 2

Childhood memories full of dreams and wishes. One day I shall grow up and only crumbs are left. All paths disappeared into snowy mountains and howling wind outside the windows is reminding ... - of what? Of endless hours of play like there is no tomorrow. Protective brothers and sisters who where always there for comfort, to calm down each outcry, to hang a red balloon at the bed post. Childhood memories - mother's face turned up to my window in the hospital. Childhood memories swept away by living grown up life. Childhood memories, world of illusions and fairy tales. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville 2011 Pottsville, 10/23/2010

Choices 2

I can not be a lesbian, I like hairy chest. You have to grow one. I like the opposites, you like the same. Why do you like women, when you should like men? Why I see a glee, when I should see a happiness? It is not to please me, I would like to see you happy, silly, to play house, to bloom like a woman, to have your partner only to yourself, a man, or a woman. Why I don't see a happiness? I see the glee. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, Summer 1999

POW!

For Henry Thank to your wife for bringing you to our town. You are a founder of POW! and a source inspiration for some - me particular. Without you I would consume books the others write. Thanks to POW! I also contribute to my own delight. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, April 2011

Blame

Your responsibility, because you never confessed and didn't accept absolution. Mea culpa ... It wasn't your fault, little one. Magnified by what happened and what came after ... Mea culpa ... Rage storms thorough an apartment. What irony: a victim of another ... ism. All blame on my head. Will also something fit into my hat? Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, Summer 2010

Wandering shoes

Did you polish your traveling shoes? They are tap tapping in your closet. Did you shine your wandering shoes? They are making noise in your closet like little chirping birds. Did you try on your old travelling shoes? Tappity tap, tappity tap over the hills, over the rivers, over the meadows they run and I don't mind where I am going. Away from the sleepless nights, away from what it will be next and what has to come. Away, just away I shall come back one day. I know I shall be back someday. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 10/1/2010