Invisible No More

my love affair with words

tidal wave

time

is a wasted thing

it is a meaningless

thing

it surges forward

relentlessly

and drowns us

in its wake

it leaves us breathless

and broken

washed upon the

shore

in a different place

in a different time

where we learn to

adapt

we heal

and begin to

live again

only to be swept

away

once again

by unforgiving

and relentless

time

.

.

                                                                        01/5/15

                                                                                ©Patti Keno

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It’s tooth and bone

and grinding nails

and lollipops

and puppy dog tails

It’s blood and blades

and scratches and

cuts

It’s tooth and nail

and tearing flesh;

rending flesh

it’s all about the past

the present

and the

future

that was never

 meant

to be

It’s all about tooth and bone

and grinding nails

It’s all about

ME!

.

.

                                                5/21/01

                                                       ©Patti Keno

 

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last month

last month never happened

i need to go back and fix it

i missed a whole month while sleeping

the days just seemed to slip away

they broke against the shore

and i never saw them again

last month crashed and sank into the ocean

just like my heart

it was left behind

and now i’ll never know

and nothing will ever show

all that i have missed

in that one missing month

last month has disappeared again

just like they always do

until i’m back here again

wondering what i did last month

.

.

9/5/01

©Patti Keno

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open, commanding

open, commanding

taking flight

yet never landing

I struggle with all my might

still i circle

never landing

.

open, commanding

the voices echo

strong and repremanding

still i circle

out of control

never landing

my crazy over-worked

soul

.

open commanding

it is gone

 .

 .

2/7/96

©Patti Keno

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this mirror lies

this person

in the mirror

it is not me

I am not she

i am not her

I can’t be

i don’t feel

grown up

i’m just a

child

playing make

believe

it’s not me

in there

I’m not that

girl

with tiny eyes

and plain brown

hair

those wrinkles

they aren’t

mine

they can’t be

because I am

not her

and she

is not

me

 12/10/14

pik

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