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Self

by

Jayne Waggoner

Alone in the forest of single-mindedness
I walk upon the carpet of solidarity
Identify the reaching of tomorrow
Across the midnight's stroke of time.

I walk with the sounds of the stillness
Feel the dancing of the wind upon my skin
Distinguish the dew blanketing my hair
Notice the fog enfolding me within its armor.

In this sphere of nothingness
I am not happy or sad
I seek no hope
But am far from hopeless
I am not helpless
But offer no help
I am more
Refusing too ever be less.

In this forest of lost souls
I walk upon the carpet of harmony
Being caressed by the wind
Washed by the dew
And protected by the fog.

In this forest
I am unaccompanied
But have the company of one--
Self

DEEP DEVOTION

by

Jayne Waggoner

High upon a rooftop
A mourning dove patiently sat.
Surveying the scenes below him
Wondering where his mate was at.

He observed the people passing
On the busy streets below
Still his thoughts reverted to her
And how he missed her so.

He cooed out in the distant wind
A song he knew to part
For it had always in the past
Brought the keeper of his heart.

But, alas, she did not come
On wings of feathered down.
So he grew quiet, this lonely bird
And continued to watch the town.

Then in the distance he heard a call
A soft and gentle coo
With flapping wings she was flying back
And the life within him grew.

For we all know this mourning dove
Would never mate again.
He could have died in lonliness
If she had been lost from him.

Single is my need for you
Deep in pure devotion.
So return to me as did his mate
And renew my one emotion-

Happiness

The Rose Within Her Hand

by

Jayne Waggoner

A rose I placed within her hands
Small, yellow, fragrant rare
She closed her eyes and inhaled the scent
While cupping it with loving care.

Just a simple little thing
Yet her face shone with sheer delight
As if its gift of common worth
Could make her day seem right.

I watched in awe her action for-
It seemed so out of place
That one so stern and often cold
Should show such gentle grace.

Alas this day I won't forget
It will stay with me through time
The tender way she held the rose
And prized that bloom of mine.

I placed a rose within her hands
But in a coffin lie
Her eyes were closed as breath was gone
For this rose was my goodbye.

To Know Tomorrow

by

Jayne Waggoner

Many times
I have longed to see tomorrow
Through window glass unmarked and clear
Justice circling the corner
Injustice rising from the sewer
Innocence in victory
Lost of ignorance
Often times
I have longed to understand tomorrow
Shaped within the histories of our ancestors
Forming as the days collide
Dreams conquering the authentic
Realism becoming artificial
All Times
I want to accept that tomorrow
Travels a path of well worn footsteps
Opening unlatched gates to beginnings
Promising completed ambitions and deeper strength
While evading restrictive prophecy and predestination

Daybreak

by

Jayne Waggoner

I recline in a room of darkness
on a bed called a twin
yet there is no double-
only me.

I dare not think of the past
for its shadows are deeper
then the ebony in which
I now reside.

Tomorrow promises to be
as difficult as the yesterday
I left behind barely four hours ago
feeling much dissatisfaction.

My mind races like a wild stallion
free and unbridled, so
I shall remain upon my title of two
until daybreak.

Daybreak

by

Jayne Waggoner

All Slips Away

by

Jayne Waggoner

Yawn, stretch then reach.

Hands meet empty air.
Eyes search the room to find-
a bed, a desk, a chair.

Window glass is brightly lit
though the corner’s dark and dim.
Picture hangs of morning glories-
brought to life in tin.

No mirror reflects from the wall
but a clock is ticking time.
Teddy bear lies on the floor.
A favorite friend of mine.

He was lost within the night
as my love was yesterday.
Left alone, I shed my tears
as all just slips away.