I Dreamt

I dreamt…

by Janice Wood

 

 

I dreamt about you being

married, or deeply involved

with someone I am not,

I don’t understand why

I would dream about you,

I thought I had gotten over

You a long time ago,

I should have been dreaming about someone else,

It took a day or so to recall this dream

because as I was dreaming it

disturbed me so, I was a little disjointed until

I remembered what the problem was,

I thought I had gotten

Over you a long time ago.

I should be dreaming about someone else.

 

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That Quiet Roar…

That quiet roar of the Inner Voice

by Janice Wood

 

I thought today how funny it all is

The effort, the expense of energy

To change things against all odds.

I thought today how strange the world

Is behaving when it seems we have

Lost our way.

I had forgotten, too.

 

there is always another solution.

We just reach out and want to believe

That it is up to us.

We want to believe that it is up to us.

Have we all forgotten our sense?

Have we all abandoned our inner voice?

That sound

 

that always speaks to you when we ask a question?

Do we listen to the answer and ignore it?

Do you still hear it- Or is it drowned

Out under today’s distractions?

I had forgotten to listen

What reminded me was

I remembered I was missing

Something…

 

I went searching.

I went on a quest.

I could tell no one because I could not remember what I

was searching for. So I,

Went to the market;

I went to the shoe store;

I went to church. I went to school

I visited friends.

 

I waited for someone to remind me.

I went everywhere. I even visited other countries.

Then once in a dream, I heard someone

Speak my name, I awakened, I remembered.

Mis-direction

Mis-direction

by Janice Wood

You have stirred passions in me that I try to keep a lid on.

I-

Who cannot stand heights-

Would jump off of a cliff

(If I were to survive unharmed)

for you if it would impress and win you over to me.

I would soar above the

Heavens (with God’s grace) and

Land perfectly on one foot

In a graceful pose just to

Impress you-if I could.

But I fall apart in your presence

my willingness becomes a mono-word-yes-no-okay

My grace moves away from me

And in moves clumsiness

Yes, I become as a

twelve year old child in the presence of the one who

really stirs my passion.

I cannot be the carefree easy go lucky idiot that every one simply adores.

One who has no worries of whether

Others are impressed with my grace my wit,

my charm because I know I have accomplished just that.

But you do not see this part of me.

My heroism stumbles into recession.

My mind gropes to bring this forward.

My self holds it back.

My heart prays that you will be patient and

get to know me anyway.

You cannot love what you do not see. And you don’t love what you do see.

Have I just told you that I love you?

Misdirection

Misdirection

by Janice Wood

You have stirred passions in me that I try to keep a lid on.

I-

Who cannot stand heights-

Would jump off of a cliff

(If I were to survive unharmed)

for you if it would impress and win you over to me.

I would soar above the

Heavens (with God’s grace) and

Land perfectly on one foot

In a graceful pose just to

Impress you-if I could.

But I fall apart in your presence

my willingness becomes a mono-word-yes-no-okay

My grace moves away from me

And in moves clumsiness

Yes, I become as a

twelve year old child in the presence of the one who

 really stirs my passion.

I cannot be the carefree easy go lucky idiot that every one simply adores.

One who has no worries of whether

Others are impressed with my grace my wit,

 my charm because I know I have accomplished just that.

But you do not see this part of me.

 My heroism stumbles into recession.

 My mind gropes to bring this forward.

My self holds it back.

My heart prays that you will be patient and

get to know me anyway.

You cannot love what you do not see. And you don’t love what you do see.

Have I just told you that I love you?

 

 

She Loved Him, Then…

She Loved him, Then

by Janice Wood

 

She loved him , then

They talked as lovers often do—

  soft and cooingly, touching and gently,

about dreams, about plans for the future,

sharing ideas and thoughts shared with no one else…,

scenarios for the future and in the event of…

She spoke of desires, and knowing

a feeling of having been with someone for

forty , or fifty years, and what it would be like.

He mentioned his desire for the finality of his life.

Cremation and her task in sending him on his way.

Of having his ashes fill the air

and spreading out over the waters of the tri-rivers’ neck

She loved him, then.

On what would have been their tenth anniversary,

someone mailed his ashes to her.

He never made any changes.

They only lasted three years.

Infidelity, over and over.

Instead, she flushed the toilet….