My Final Meadow
There is so much to be seen in the blistering sun.
Sometimes the glint of your bright reflections,
Sends me into blindness.
Sometime it sends me into the shadows.
The carbon black surface of the lot,
Does nothing to absorb the intense light.
But instead sends me into darkness,
And reminds me of the time.
There is an open field.
A lesser paved place awaits.
My presence is better elsewhere.
A final chase in some other meadow.
by Peggy Mintun, copyright 2009
She woke with the knowledge of a different place, and felt as though she had traveled from the far reaches of time from a point where such concepts have no meaning.
As she lay motionless, she began to doubt her voyage, even though the memory of it had felt so real just a moment before. She was aware of a chill that resonated from her soul, and felt the loss of something she had once held dear, even though she could not fathom what she was now missing. There was so much to recall, profound thoughts to process, yet she felt all the knowledge that she had gained on her journey begin to slowly trickle away until it all seemed like an ordinary dr
I Dreamt of a Kiss
I dreamt of a kiss, and it haunts me still.
My lips sting with the phantom touch of yours,
Sharing your essence and wanting to draw you into me.
But instead you pull out my heart with your vacuous core.
Now the early, shining sun breaks into the meadow's chill,
Its radiant heat and burgeoning light opening the day's door,
Cascading into the dark horizon, where I wish to be.
Caught in my dream with you, to retrieve my soul, but kiss you more.
Upon my waking, I forget to love you, but not against my will,
And find my soul freed from the burden of your lore.
I know my liberation lasts throughout my waking hours. I a
Soaked up in a moment,
Every ounce of my essence,
Imbued in hot water.
Staining my surroundings,
Waiting to be consumed,
Made more palatable with saccharine fakeness,
Because you cant take it straight.
The longer I sit, the more bitter I become,
The less diluted I am,
With knowledge of my pending disposal.
I am good for one use.
(c) 2007, Peggy L. Mintun
And so she walked to escape the pain behind her.
She would have run, if she could.
Melding in a world that gives no comfort for her conformity.
She will always end up alone.
Abandoned in a world of superficialities.
The drums she hears offer a temporary distraction.
Or is that her heart?
No. That froze so long ago,
And has shattered into a thousand pieces since,
Scattered across the wake that she has left,
From her escape of the assailants.
She tries to glue it together with glucose,
And a healthy overdose of carbohydrates.
A consistent dose of acedaminaphin and caffeine,
Tide her over until her next glass of red wine.
Until a
Dare to tread the deep waters.
Standing on the shores of mystery.
Trying desperately to see into the depths of his enigma.
Unraveling the riddle his eyes possess.
Courageously standing on the edge of a cliff in my soul,
I dive...
But only to find the shallow wall of his soul.
How could I have been so blind,
To think what I saw was faceted?
Now I know.
The deep oceans I saw were merely a reflection,
Of what I desired to see.
My deepest wish in a mirror.
-Peggy Mintun , September 1999
If I promise to take the pain away just for a moment,
Will you come with me for a life time?
If I promise to wipe your tears away for an eternity,
Will you come with me for a moment?
You think no one knows your pain.
The pain that comes from feeling nothing.
The only thing you feel is misunderstood,
As you stand there alone in all your glory.
Your charisma giving life to a lie.
Those who do not know yet,
Think that you are profound.
Like no one they have ever met.
But we both know by now
What the mystery is .
You cannot feel .
You cannot feel their love,
And you cannot feel your love for them.
Even if it screams.
As I listen to the strangely haunting den
Of a whistling train in the distance
In a place where no tracks exist,
I am reminded of endearments
From a man I loved in vain.
The sneer upon my lover's face
Does so much more
Than anyones smile ever can.
The touch of his hurtful hand
Feels so much better
Than a loving caress.
The hearth of his malicious home
Offers a safer haven
Than the unknown.
I am his prisoner.
I am my passive warden.
He tortures my soul.
And I condemn myself.
No time will heal my wounds
As long as I carry his burdens.
Happiness teary not.
But if I escape