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A winter night (poem)

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Wispy wraiths drift lazily across the indigo

Gently grazing rooftops

Catching cottony tails

In the pines thrusting their spears

Into the airy soup

Snowflakes drift aimlessly to and fro

Following a fickle breeze

Brushing against pink cheeks

pink noses wrinkling in delight

Following a fickle breeze

Swirling with lazy snowflakes

Landing on pink tongues

Pudgy fingers grasp in the air

As toddling legs churn up resting snowflakes

That join the swirling white flurries

Waltzing with the wispy wraiths

Around the playful pair

And as the deep indigo fades

The wraiths lay the snowflakes gently

gently

on tired legs

tired fingers

cold noses

cold cheeks

Indigo lips

Of two babes forever asleep

Under a blanket of resting snowflakes

Then drift lazily away across the pale pink

Gently grazing rooftops

Catching cottony tails

In the pines thrusting their spears

At the rising sun.

 

© Cindy Lapeña, 2007

 

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the summer i met myself (poem)

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i found a stranger really

no stranger than me

that stranger

found summer and lived

through summer and loved

all summer and grieved

when summer was over

and now i remember vaguely

that stranger

that sweet summer

of my youth

 

© Cindy Lapeña, 2012

 

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Women of the World (poem)

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We are the women

who run with wolves

We are the wild women

of the world

We are the women

who wipe wet bottoms

We are the mothers

of the world

We are the women

who watch and wait

We are the wives

of the world

We are the women

who weep over wounds

We are the healers

of the world

We are the women

who winnow and weave

We are the workers

of the world

We are the women

watchful and wary

We are the guardians

of the world

We are the women

weary of war

We are the widows

of the world

We are the whimsical

wanton wild women

We are the women

of the world

© Cindy Lapeña, 2012

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when i am old and grey (poem)

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when i am old and grey

will i look back and say

this is exactly how i thought i would be

when i am old and grey.

 

© Cindy Lapeña, 2012

 

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Waiting for the morning (poem)

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As everyone sleeps the night

comes alive with sound

the walls creak pipes murmur

clock beats away sleep

the fridge motor competes

with snoring from the bedroom

and wins as it rises a pitch

the heaters expand cold air crackles

power lines buzz or is it beetles?

A neighbor drives up at 3 a.m.

headlights piercing through blinds

the engine chortles and dies

the outer door heaves open and

closes with a sigh.

Heavy shoes rush up and are silenced

by a carpet upstairs and footsteps shuffle

to bed complaining with loud creaks.

The cold seeps under the door

through the walls to fingers and feet

fighting the heat from a body

nearing defeat waiting for the morning

to put the night to sleep.

 

© Cindy Lapeña, 2012

 

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Autumn night (poem)

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Thunderclouds threaten

Sunlight fades to purple haze

Autumn night has come.

© Cindy Lapeña, 2012

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I Live (poem)

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The body moves

but the soul dances

The voice may be heard

but the heart sings out

The mind invents

but the spirit creates

 

All art emanates from their creators

All creators live through their art

 

© Cindy Lapeña, 2012

 

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Storm (poem)

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A solitary raindrop falls

On the neighbor’s rooftop

Echoing on the metal

Like the fragment of the thunderstorm it is.

 

© Cindy Lapeña, 2012

 

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because you are mine (poem)

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maybe i should say goodbye

and maybe i shouldn’t

i could write to you

and tell you everything

i could trace the past for you

and maybe later

much later

you will understand why

you are you and where you are

why you are who you are

and maybe one day

when you feel angry or confused

and you think you might hate me

you won’t

will you still believe me

if i told you

how much i love you

still

as always

and how i never stopped

flesh of my flesh

heart of my heart

be happy where you are

inspite of

all that has passed and all that will

no regrets should tarnish your joy

can you find it in you to forgive me

and love me still

maybe in time

only you will know

maybe in time

maybe you can ease my mind

you can tell me in your time

look at me kindly

only forgive me and

visit on me peace

everything else will

settle down easy if only

you are happy

 

© Cindy Lapeña, 2012

 

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attic memories (poem)

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maybe it wasn’t really meant to be

as it was wont to be tho’ now and again i

remember once it happened i can barely recollect

reality has a way of fading away

into the past into the dreams like photographs

anyone can see how happy it was perhaps was it a dream too

gathering in the cobwebby corners of attic memories

enveloped in clouds of dust

insipid memoirs of forgotten pasts

somehow surface from bottomless cavernous chests

(never before disturbed)

opening pandora’s mysteries escaping

tiny creatures flitting fleet shadows

echoing echoes of murmurs from murky prints

aspirations caught in time frozen

silenced by the settling dust spiders spinning webs around

you stepping stealthily trying not to stir the memories.

 

© Cindy Lapeña, 2012

 

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