A Poet's Place

Awakening
by Jaidene Anderlini

His breath lays down.
Quiet dawn
Strikes the window
and
His breath lays down

Next to yesterday
and all the days before.
Battered words of axes
Slice through tomorrow
and
His breath lays down

Every morning, every dawn and
every dusk
Stretches out over my body;
Until
Quiet dawn
Strikes the window
and
I hear.

Is It Mid-life?
by Jaidene Anderlini

I feel my essence slip.
Where is it going?
I don’t know
It just is.

Dreams of love disappear
in the crags of my face.
And I no longer believe
that love will be mine.
Time, like leaves slips
From my grasp
And my fingers grow
Crooked with age.

I waited for my life to begin,
and now it is half spent.
Spent on frivolous hopes,
and endless dreams
until I no longer can dream.