In the Pines

He balanced his hand
Sweat-locked from the chase.

A valiant ardor to his lady
Now, with his head reeling
he lay the pewter cup upon the stone.

With a heartfelt glace
and burdened limbs,
he set to rest.

Amber ash pulling him off to dream
Stuck like an insect.

The grey mares retreated
A falcon stood in the distance
as several deer in strident force
scuffed the ground and snorted.

Turbulent winds rushed round one tree
and then another.


His lady's fervent hands set around his,
nestling close in the pines.

Sonja Phinney ©1995

Aikido on the Shore

Faltering and then bending.
An everyday thing turned into such a horror.

Stress and release
Stress and release.

Hid beneath, in a burrow of past belongings,
haunted as hands touch them.

Slower now as the scanner processes.
Breathing forward, hands at side.

The wave is in motion.
Gaining and falling.

Released into mist.

-Sonja J. Johnston © 1995

Kismet

I was caught in my power of words.
I built a snare for us to get stuck in.
Ashamed of the happiness stolen.
My love with an ardor
has the passion of a moth.

-Sonja Phinney © 1991

Blues on You

Shuttering winds cast 'round the streets
as I pull you with my charm.
I heard she claimed her blues on you.

We often pass in reflection,
How careful we step,
Afraid of breaking the egg before it's allowed to hatch.

Your number still remains on my counter waiting for a time.
A connection is all that's needed, but I love to pull my charm on you.
The roses are in bloom, yet dead flowers remain in this empty room.

© 1988 Sonja Phinney

I'm Still Driving Your Heart Away

I remember
The mask you wore for me.
Night and day.
The alcohol driving your heart away.
Our struggles thrown and begged.

The love behind the mask
Bound inside,
Unwilling to show.
I see you now, ‘bout once a year
And cry the love behind the mask.

© Sonja J. Phinney Sep 1989

Busin' It

Hung together
A voyage stressed
Ganging on
Ground a drum
Ring the station.
Gripping a sandwich
Bag closing, shadow growing.

©-Sonja J. Phinney (1982)