Monthly Archives: September 2009

INSOMNIA

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  Bleary-eyes do not trouble me.
My eyes are crystal clear and wide
awake in the hours of darkness.
  

I am a gate-keeper. I await the dawn.
Another will take over my watch.
 

Vigilance is needed, lest the walls
be broken down, the city overrun.

 Frivolities are fruitless as the darkness
paces itself as a snail. My spirit searches
for what ever moves;

strange limbs re-position themselves in the
darkness. I am aware. I can see without eyes.

 

By Alice Parris

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THE JAILOR

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When did you become my jailor?
Was it during one of those costume
changes, that I thought was such fun?
   

You appeared as a
Harlequin at Mardi Gras–
 How was I to know
That you were soon to be feared?

 

When did that state ID appear
upon your slate-gray uniform?

 

When did you begin to blow a
whistle, demanding that I queue up?

 

Alice Parris

 Alice ANI

 

MY LIFE: UNPREDICTABLE

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myriad hues of Autumn leaves.
    

I never know what season
of life that I am in. That too,
has been unpredictable.

 

I have had to just wring my
hands until trouble passes,

 

 I am caught up in the tornado of life,
wondering whatever happened to Kansas?

 

 Where did I get those sparkling, ruby slippers?

 

 My life has not been planned, plotted,
scheduled, or on course.  It just happens.

 

 Am I a star-child, wandering?

 

 By Alice Parris

 

THE UNTOLD

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 Deep waters and raging seas

 

 Are within the sound of my

 Voice departing upon the ether.

Deep waters are a graveyard;
Untold stories are buried there.
 
 
 
Alice Parris
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

YOU LOST ME

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  You lost me
 Somewhere
 

Between
 

Meandering
Lines…

 
Between
Silences,


Omissions,
Compromises,


You lost me.

 


 Alice Parris