crooked as corkscrews

My mind recalls
An ancient time.
I fear
I know solitude too well.
I used to sit and wait,
But I wait no longer.
I've learned
I hold the key,
And no one else
Can unlock me.
Heaven is the warmth of the sun on my face,
The wind through my hair,
And the touch of your hand.
But those delicate fingers
Are strangers to my frame.
And my mind runs over all that I long for
And dare not take.
And I know very well
I am the creator
Of my own hell.


Patricia Noemi DeGenaro

You were so beautiful
I was so small
I lost myself
Somewhere in you radiance
So much that
I thought I was
A part of it
An atom
Some crucial componant.
I was not.
You left,
And I
Like ashes
Remained.


Patricia Noemi DeGenaro

When I see you
I cannot contain myself;
Volcanic emotions rise to you,
And though I know you less
Your eyes have told me epics
And legends I have read
Within your smiles.
When I see you
I am gossomer in the wind,
Death escaping through my limbs
And I long to match my tales
With those within your heart.
When I see you
My little yellow heart
Is valiant
I long to risk it all
Surrender to you...to life.


Patricia N Degenaro

To love you
I'd lose myself.
Love is not light.
It is a mass thrust
Upon my unexpecting being.
It is a burden I long
To discard as much as
I long to discard my own limbs.
And yet, I can not live with it
Any more than I can live without it.
But sometimes it seems to lift me.
It lingers...
Sweet honeysuckle breezes in May,
And I think I am gossamer.


Patricia N DeGenaro

Something changes without definition
There is no line of seperation from there to here
Its hazy border exists only in the passage of time
Somewhere between blushes and kisses and tears
Long ago when all of my senses were governed
By the cause of my perplexity because you were polarities
And I the blind captain of my own fate
Traveled those distances your distances north & south
Because love makes us selfless heros and selfish
Villains in one quick breath
Filling us completely like happy bubbles
Ascending to an esctatic burst or leaving us
Lonesomely vacant like haunted houses
Collecting cobwebs and memories whose recollection
Serves only as a minute picture of the difference
Between the people we once were
And those which we become.


Patricia N Degenaro

about your college days did
you go dancing or attend youth clubs, or did you have
to just forget about fun, and work diligently at
everything you did? i'm sure the latter applies. the
boy doesn't have much fun except for fishing and friends.
he works very hard, which is admirable. i'm afraid when
at first, i wanted him home all the time of
course there wasn't any of my family around, no public
transportation, etc. but i simply adored spending as much
time as possible work was 2nd place around him. a warning:
it will be that way with you, in fact probably worse. after
such an isolating career could you stand this? i've had most
of my days free for most of my years here, but even now,
because of certain things, i enjoy going to the stores with
him; hardware stores, men's clothing floors, you name it for
a protracted period of time though. i've always loved company,
and if it's good, loving company all the better.


Patricia M Degenaro