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HAD TO LET HIM GO by Marcia Schechinger

9/9/2008

Stars stare
glazed with moonlight mist
Moon slivered crescent
barely hangs in sky
Wooden swing rough and worn
need for coat of paint
Tattered yard want for mow
wind blows yellowed veins
Sweat of hair clutches neck
again the showers broke
Ungroomed, unkempt in this silence
"F" this world
and all its longings
I want no more beauty
until I'm free of feelings
Or the world says
I love you
and means it

SPINNING IN OCTOBERS SPELL by Marcia Schechinger

9/30/2009

October lifts high her head
flirting stars come quickly down
Harvest moon reflects more gold
on trees weaving breathy sounds

Air of satin betrays lips
looking high we're magic bound
Watch the glossy skies turn blue
heavens touch seems closer now

Evening chimes do sprinkle tunes
beneath narrow window panes
Oh what music comes with fall
hayrack rides, pruned pumpkin face

Wild with mischief, filled with grace
under lustful winds all dwell
Blink with hocus pocus eyes
spinning in Octobers spell

VIRTUE EVERMORE by Marcia Schechinger

9/25/2008

Through the evening darkness and hiding mist
flee the arches of golden wings possessed
Be a flight of danger - a fear of bliss
or a familiar face that fades our kiss

Why flee glorious drifter now delayed
did my love conquer or too pure caress
Was our love deranged or fear of saint
that came to haunt our lustful 'err too late

For 'twas an angels face came to my door
don't fates embrace - desired love so surely blessed
A ring I offer, holiness restored
to wed and be my virtue evermore

THE EMBRYOS DEATH by Marcia Schechinger

9/25/2008

Scarred she lays muted
the OB wipes the blood from his sleeve
Empty
the child lies in a heap
Tearless
the womb cries in disbelief
Alone
another chance to conceive
Older
after sorrow takes leave
Heaven
an angel now fast asleep

FORGIVE US FOR THE FEAR YOU FACED by Marcia Schechinger

9/23/2008

Thirty-seven years ago today
I heard a sound so far away
Vietnam was at its height
News of death, an awful fright
-Forgive us for the fear you faced
Eleven years ago today
A sound of terror blew this way
Persian Gulf brought our troops in sight
News of death, an awful fright
-Forgive us for the fear you faced
September 11th came and claimed us all
Spewing death into our wall
Terrorists hit us in our home space
News of death, spit in our face
-Forgive us for the fear you faced
We must stop this news of death
Spread the sounds and don't relent
We want peace and joy and love
Hand in hand, a softer glove

As we reflect on September 11th
Hearing death and the sounds within it
We owe all these souls one more thing
A land where no more tears will ring
Join together, now today
And say this prayer to what god you pray
- Forgive us for the fear you faced
- To your families let love embrace
- Help us find a way for peace to make
- A gentler soul when death takes place

(written 2002)

THE BEAT OF HER FEET by Marcia Schechinger

9/20/2009

Wheels make a cick-a-roo sound
slowly moving with the beat of her feet
Socks skewed around orthopedic shoes
she moves turtle pleasant touching fruit

I sense a peaceful air because of her presence

Hair of grayed highlights
eyes glazed of age
She garnishes the store
with her click-a-clack cane

I sense her peaceful air behind my presence

She seeks no aide
reaching high upon the shelf
As if heavens breath is near
to keep her afloat

I sense her peaceful air beside my presence

She smiles with the purest eyes
as if angel wings she has to cool
my dampened skin now gently thrills
heavens door feels oh so near

I sense a peaceful air confine her presence

As I follow her quiet rhythm
age becomes unraveled
She sanctifies the world
with time well traveled

I sense her peaceful air redefine my presence

OH MY SWEET SEPTEMBER by Marcia Schechinger

9/13/2009

Early she comes in shades of darkened blue
gold flecks on her satin gown
The moon spins webs of light upon her clouds
no weeping on this night

Cool air upon her breast
pink buds close up tight
She sings her song through whispering wind
hypnotizing time

She'll cool you in the evening
warm you gently through the day
Arriving after summer's heat
all know she'll never stay

Many men clutch her caress
to keep her here forever
But she's just around
to sweeten time
Oh my sweet September

3 & 3 by Marcia Schechinger

9/10/2009

Golden hair and eyes of brown
our first kiss came in morning dew
Voice of gold with angelic sounds
a lovely child you grew

Sweet and tiny with so much love
Your wedding dress took you away
and though the ocean sings of changes
in my heart you still remain

Now 3&3 this perfect day
memories twist and twirl
Feel the love transform the air
Happy Birthday my little girl

(for my daughter, Jamie, on her 33rd birthday)

DESIGNED TO PERFECTION by Marcia Schechinger

9/10/2009

Of simplistic nature
this bright autumn day
coffee warming the chill of morning
trees tipped with pink hue,
I breathe

How can the grass have
such a glow
or the trees limbs bend and bow
each so original in design

The art of this world surrounds me
yet, have I ever seen that rose before
tapering the neighbors brick
or the black squirrel
curling beneath the brush
pump in belly
from todays abundance of food

How I have worried about
the flowing of life changes
and quickly passed the bent branch
with the darkened hollow
where once a nest was made

Why have I not heard the weeping willow
with its green dreadlocks
touching my window
How many times has it tapped
before I noticed its defined braids

I have swallowed life
without chewing
drank wine forgetting
the grapes that riped for me

Today I shall begin again
like the school child giggling
remembering every leaf on the tree
has a meaning, a purpose

God, the artist, designed
life to perfection
and I have spent my days
looking at it
from way too far away
to see the subtleties
of His design and plan

Today I am not the critic
I am the the observer
the child in awe

THE OLD MAN ON THE BENCH (corrected finally) by Marcia Schechinger

9/1/2008

From tattered pants pocket he opens a paper
carefully unfolding it from a quarter,
to a half, to a whole
Easing his slender frame upon a college bench
he warms himself within cuts
of embedded initials
Bifocals rest unevenly
below his nose cartilage
as he reads the smudged print
He bows as if dozing
then speaks to me through
my blanket and books
"she had hair of copper
that flowed in the wind
a crinkled frown would form
on her forehead
when the words
weren't quite to her liking
For hours she sat
on her blanket
composing and decomposing
as silver rings of nicotine
cast curls of silken halos
around her head"
He quickly silenced clutching the paper
as a warm gust grasp for it
then looked upward toward a
cumulus cloud and smiled,
as if he knew
of life's continuity with heaven

MORNING by Marcia Schechinger

8/4/2010

Morning,
how light my children
tap their feet
running through my mind

No clouds, no rain
just floating
as memories entwine

Though I admit some clouds
took me to bended knee
Winds of time blew them away
so I could clearly see

Absence tends to rectify
a growling heart to waste
As my babies bore more babies
life is back to haste

Though through the time of absence
and past the days of change
The one thing constant
in my life
is

Morning,
how light my children
tap their feet
running through my mind

THE AQUARIUM by Marcia Schechinger

8/30/2009

They watch me as I write
turquoise tales swaying in
the water ever so gently

As if to mock, their mouths are agape
as if my thoughts were food
and my drops of sweat oxygen

Today one Angelfish
flutters so elegantly
yet eats the tale of a Guppy
Tapping the tank
it subsides in a scurry
and seems to sense
my disturbance
of such actions

Boughten for beauty
the Suckerfish suckles
the algae
I watch in distaste
but he is a necessary factor
to keep the waters clean

And I see them as life
the strong and beautiful
the weak with torn tales
And the floater
who lies upon the top
soon to be flushed away,
for he disrupts
the beauty of this blue existence

I write because I am the torn tale
longing to be strong and beautiful
like the Angelfish
not ready to leave the depths
of safety or forfeit my body
without bubbles of truth exploding

Before I lie on my side and die
I shall swim in steady streams,
scales open
to breathe and shine
if only to mock the writer who does not write

REWIND AND PLAY by Marcia Schechinger

8/3/2009

As gently as a breeze
caresses the face
he touches me

Rolling my hair
in curls
between thumb and index finger

As if weaving
silk to warm the neck
with lust

Chills carve the body
and it extends
into a statuesque figure

Elongated
with mounds and valleys
like Midwest plains

The music of summer
brings us back to the park
where we last danced

And we lay
on a calico blanket
listening to crickets and goldfinch

Here our love song comes back
as if nature knew
we needed to rewind and play

LATE SUMMER LOVE by Marcia Schechinger

8/27/2009

If I were to wear cloth of the bluest sky
would you notice me
With a golden band upon my hair
lightened on a night so free

If I were to wait 'til autumns' mist
with a glow of chill upon my face
Is that the day we should meet
but I would feel the waste

Time is quick and I'm longing for
someone just like you
Ever mine, don't decline
summer days are oh so few

DULLED PERCEPTION by Marcia Schechinger

8/25/2009

Slow world
gasping in suns heat
beggarman, thief
who are you

Slow world
sweating in suits
fat, skinny
who are you

Fluttering hearts
broken in two
giver, taker
who are you

Man with stroke sits on slab
wife takes on a lover
Vows blow to heavens door
who are you

Soldier died upon a bridge
burnt by a strangers singe
Eat me now, or eat me later
I'm just a scrap upon a table

Take all the kingdoms
from here to France
The world is slow
when hearts prolapse

OUR LOVE AFFAIR by Marcia Schechinger

8/23/2009

Whispers in the night
Sighs in the day
Quiet is our love affair

Longing for your touch
Always craving more
Tender is our love affair

You sent me a flower
It blossomed in my heart
Blooming is our love affair

We framed a picture
It grew from two to four
Fertile is our love affair

You took me in your arms
Peaceful as a river flowing
Rampant is our love affair

Whispers in the night
Sighs in the day
Gentle is a life of love
When two hearts find their way

ALL FEAR OF THEE MY MR. JONES by Marcia Schechinger

8/23/2008

He wore the sea upon his face
weathered worn and salty paste
yellowed hair upon his chest
lived to sail from east to west
Old fat women with feet of stone
loved this man called Mr. Jones
with moth-like eyes and coins of gold
he'd kiss the girls and make them old
Ripping skirts to crinoline
he'd lick some color from their skin
than passing time to hear them shrill
he'd sink to drink a warming thrill
then off in shadow he would go
back to bones and days of old
Oh Mr. Jones did love his tales
of fighting pirates and splitting whales
His locker though beneath the sea
did not ever bother me
for I knew his soul from days of past
a quiet man, me just a lass
He gave a coin to a ragged youth
to buy some gloves and warming soup
and though his antics are quite unique
I loved young Dave but dare not speak
I see him now and then at sea
all worm eaten but oh so free
bony chest with coin in teeth
rattling smile from cheek to cheek
Rich in gold, bare to bones
all fear of thee my Mr. Jones

FIRST NIGHT WITHOUT YOU by Marcia Schechinger

8/23/2008

Dead limb
darkened tree
spider spinning
moonlight coming
thoughts of mishap
navigate
twirl the hair
drink to spin
regurgitate
taunt the flesh
quiver me lonely
my world within
This night

TIME FOR NEWER SKIES by Marcia Schechinger

8/22/2008

Time killed the rivers
singing Joplin and the Doors
brown Jack Daniels floats

Ash crushed bright forests
burning bright St Elmo's Fire
gold butts left to blame

Foil clung to rabbits
high on tunes of want by Creed
find the mangled path

Guns killed the students
grief, anger beyond repair
blood weaves silent streets

Letting children dance
coughing, sneezing breath the air
innocent diseased

Clutter played us fools
dressed the white with black debris
time for newer skies

THE BEATLES SANG IT LONG BEFORE by Marcia Schechinger

8/20/2010

Once ask what test I did require
in my quest for man and love
My reply to such a jest was
clear and simple just like this

If I can love him
like spring in morn
light and misty as the wind
or in evening
like the birds
intoxicated by a breeze

If I can love him
as the summer
warm and steamy as the sun
drinking rain
as if water
natural as a flower bud

If I can love him
like the autumn
colored with ideals
Or the winter as snow flutters
toe to toe
'til auburn builds

Then as seasons change to past
why would I weep or mourn
although sometimes I'd backward glance
the Beatles sang it long before

For "in my life I've love them all"
but in the quest
of real romance
it's just I loved him more