snippets of her mind [updated]

she thought she could write
poems using snippets of
her mind, but when it all
unraveled

she couldn’t
make sense of it

what was this new
layer, she asked
why does this memory
feel tainted,
spray painted
with regret, thin enough
to see through to what
she used to believe
was true-

she was stunned,
started backtracking, but got
turned around, lost in a forest
of memories and
miscommunication

she was too young then,
but now she has the
instincts, as women do,
to know it wasn't right

she thought she could write
poems using snippets of
her mind, but when it all
unraveled

it was too dark
for her to see anything

A Box Left Undisturbed (a partial ballade)

a box left undisturbed
alone in the attic for decades
dust coats the floorboard
of which it shades
please, stop this charade
just open it, and reveal
I'll wait to watch as the treasure cascades
onto the floor, gold would be ideal

no? fine, in first, I'll wade
to unveil the concealed
quick, come to my aid
and look upon, surprise, the spinning wheel

3, 2, 1

3am thoughts
2am phone calls
1am regrets

the lost time, you can
feel in your reaching
fingertips tingling

no one expects
a thing of you,
you should be asleep

all the more reason to
be awake
it's magic the way
photographs are art
it's peaceful the way
roaring rives are calm
it's just right the way
timing is everything

pieces of myself

i have these poems.
all incomplete.
in tatters, delicate
pieces of myself that i don't
want to break
feelings
happen to be irreplaceable.

i have these thoughts.
they won't fall into line.
blurred.
incomprehensible.

i have this love
i want to share
this fear
i hate to admit
this past
i need to work through

it all comes together
but whether it sticks
or not
depends
on the
humidity