Jan's Poem

ODE TO NANCY

I look to you

My sister

For love and acceptance

Others will judge me

fault me for my ignorance

They cannot see

The soft heart,

So easily wounded

life turned me Inside out

Left me raw, hounded

By unkind memories

I cannot escape the shame

Of a hand-me-down childhood

Because it dwells inside

My muscle, sinew and blood

pressed close to my heart

Are the specters of needy love

That haunt my very being

And leave me as the half light

Behind the dark wall of your vision

Janice Kuykendall

Until Forever

Not always . . . but

what once we were

we are not.

Two people living

in one house

does not mean

they live together.

Minds and hearts

once united

drift apart,

forming a chasm

that may become

unbridgeable.

Like the end of day

or season

darkness grows.

Does it just drift

on to oblivion?

Ron Kuykendall

Jan's Poem

Loneliness

Lost in the world 

One little girl

Needing someone

Emptiness abounds

Looking for traces

In in this sea of faces

No one there

Empty spaces

So little care

So little love

Janice Kuykendall 

Ron's Poem

The Bridge

Over time

two people

living together

become

strangers,

separated 

by resentments

and bitterness.

A barrier

of grudges

builds and

becomes

wider and wider,

separated by

a rickety bridge

of obligations,

does love

Still exist?

Can the bridge

Be crossed?

Ron Kuykendall

Jan's Poem

DREAMS

The time between dusk and dawn
When the night shadows creep into the corners
My bedroom light spills across the floor
And the stars wink at the moon
tucked in bed, lost in another place
pages of my book swim before my eyes
As sleep tugs at my eyelids
Night sits softly on my brow
Silence is my canvas
As Images and words tumble
Like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle
Visions rare, beautiful
And sometimes bizarre
Fill my sleeping brain

Janice Kuykendall

Ron's Poem

We live
in an evolving past
minute by minute,
year by year.
Becoming . . .
from what was.
We unify yesterday
today and tomorrow
through intuition,
not science.

In the interstices
art is now, past
and present alike.
though so illustrated
the mystery remains.
As Gauguin said,
Where Do We Come From?
What Are We?
Where Are We Going?

Ron Kuykendall

Ron's Poem

Danni

I think of you
your depression
I think of you
and wonder
where is the Danni
I used to know
where did she go
I think of you
the laughing loud
rambunctious Danni
I used to know
where did she go
life can be hard
others may fail you
meanness may prevail
but look around
among the misery
all the sorrow
still life goes on
others may change
but you can still be
the vibrant Danni
I used to know

Ron Kuykendall