And, aren’t they all the same
The beauty and the cherry red umbrella
I did not know her name
I moved ever so close to
that empty bus’s stop
The rain poured down upon me
soaking from bottom to top
Her hair was matted nicely
a tinge of honey to its hue
She smelled of delicate roses
I wondered if she knew
I sucked in deep a breath
and let out a sigh
But, she kept her eyes hidden
and I wondered why
I looked at my watch still soaked now
the time was almost spent
I dreaded standing there foolishly
my senses logged with her sent
I tried to get her attention
figured anything would do
Thought I’d introduce myself
"Hello there.. I’m me, who are you"?
But the bus that pulled up then
was not to be mine
And, as I watched her board it
knew I’d run out of time
She closed that red umbrella
tucked it neatly in her purse
Left me at that bus stop
a broken heart to nurse
And, I’d wonder forever what her name was
or if Id see her again
But, in my lonely hours
see her -
I could always just pretend…
Copyright ©2009 Erika Petrizzo
Photo By Joep Roosen: http://www.flickr.com/photos/joeproosen/
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Paint it for me
strokes of shadows and hues
of days long ago
before singing these blues
Paint it for me
like riding the waves
of chocolate coded kisses
that a child often craves
Paint it for me
cradled in your arms
when youth was all we knew
and nothing went wrong
Paint it for me
so that I can remember
what it felt like yesterday
when we echoed forever
Paint it for me
‘cause I swear I can’t recall
when our eyes first locked
when in love we did fall
Paint it for me
that Summer time day
when the light of the sun
seemed to never go away
Paint it for me
rolling down hills
valleys that dipped
and, I love you stills……
Copyright ©2009 Erika Petrizzo
(Oxygen decided to play The Notebook back to back to back. Guess what I'm watching.. Save Me!.. This is what was born of the torture.. Allie's Painting + Noah's Poetry reading = "The Artist")
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In a row boat rowing
-a weary man sowing
/reaping
holding vastly before
capsizing
drowning
In a view up ahead
-a vision / fair maiden
with fins that did glisten & shine
He rubbed his eyes
weary
For he knew in the query
-the scenario of his life
in love he was blind
He baited his fishing line
with worm on a hook
thrown out before taking
at least one more look
and, hoped that his luck soon
would change there
And, the wind did howl
And the tide did change
And the long ebony locks danced closer
within the waves
She was beautiful
-he knew this
He could tell from a glance
She was everything he deserved
-after life’s loosing dance
But, as he reeled the line in
for a much closer look
Looked down at the fish
That now sat upon his hook
The pretty maiden sat indifferent
Looked up at the man
-and made a face
For in his was a trace
of with anger
-bitterness
-and resentment
She recoiled just in time
-jumped off his line
and swam back into her watery
enchantment.....
Copyright ©2009 Erika Petrizzo
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Dancing on the moon
-in simplistic harmony
No longer in view are
the narrow archways
of that prison
from where I made my escape
A place where The Giant rested his head
and, made his petty demands
Just lullabies playing in my head now
And, ballet slippers upon my feet
Looking out into the star filled sky
-free...
Copyright ©2009 Erika Petrizzo
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With music in her ears,
and laughter in her heart
She stood upon the tips of her toes
-& whispered
“Elephant Shoes”
And, her amber hair whirled ‘round,
as her smile widened
Till everything around her moved in oceans
Mountains formed,
upon whose hill-tops – greenery sat
It was wondrous to behold
-watching clouds part
-hearing birds chirp
Catching just a glimpse of his rays within her big dark eyes
And, her skin like copper
-soaked him in
Long & longer still
his scent like a kept secret lingered
-within the flower beds
-within a bees sting
-within the flutter of a newborn butterflies wings
The humidity of the air
& the warmth of a summer’s breeze
Waves of emotions
She whispers
“Elephant Shoes”...
Copyright ©2009 Erika Petrizzo
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Porcelain lady doll
Upon a shelf
She’s cunningly mischievous
Sitting all by herself
She’s poetry in motion
If only she’d talk
Her eyes do haunt
As upon you they stalk
Her hair long & raven
Her eyes a green hue
She’s hiding a secret
If only you knew
She’s precision
She’s amble
She’s quite well aware
The way that you watch her
The way that you’ll stare
Her clothing well tailored
To match her hair bows
Her lips a Ruby Red
Pursed just below her fine nose
She’s a perfect disaster
Ripped right from your head
That dolly/that trollop
Insanity fed
You grab her so gently
From her neck – risen
And, smash her so delicately
Upon the walls of your prison
And, watch as the pieces upon the floor
now do fall
And crazily laugh
-having had enough of it all…
Copyright ©2009 Erika Petrizzo
Photo by: Squid - Wednesday Addams set
http://www.flickr.com/photos/edstroman/
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I feel nothing
What magic is this?
To just not care
-such is sweet bliss
To not want to write
or utter a phrase
-of broken splendor
-or fairy tale days
The blinders are off now
That poem was wrong
There's no jilted lover
-no thrown away song
There's no melancholy
There is no fear
Only cherished moments
-and loved ones to hold near
No house on a lake
-no tree/no brook
No wasted laments
for the love no one took
No seaside bungalow
No snowcap mountain
No growing old
or life's youthful fountain
There is only today
to be so grateful for
Let the others plan out tomorrow
Remorse is such a chore
I'll no more worry
-something's aren't meant to be
That's for you now
-no longer for me....
Copyright ©2009 Erika Petrizzo
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Your generosity was overwhelming at first -
As I stepped lightly through the white roses
you’d left behind
Tinged with guilt
Where petals stood erect & smelled of delicious perfumes
It was comical innocence
Those days like cotton candy coded kisses
When I buttoned up my blouse all the way up
-and held onto the collars to conceal my shame
I watched horrified whilst the other girls hiked up their skirts
-and stained crimson upon their lips
-with cigarettes in hand;
-and called to the boys as their parents drove away
Shock and disbelief
But, it was upon my arrival into this most prestigious club
-that I caught a glimpse of you
Undressing me with your eyes,
though I’ll admit I didn’t understand it
And, as the Band played on –
Imagine this:
-a Lamb entering a Lion’s den
I hadn’t a fighting chance
Your hands were all over me before the music had stopped
I rushed back home that night, changed
-noticing your white roses were now dripping with wet paint
-RED….
Copyright ©2009 Erika Petrizzo
(still from Tim Burton's version of Alice In Wonderland)
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Holding onto your shadow
like Wendy Darling in the night
needle in hand
-waiting
I've got it trapped safely here
just within the confines of this old hope chest
sitting at the window
staring blankly at the moon
-wondering
In search of something unknown
a childlike bond
so innocent
The dog is keeping guard, while the house is still
little boys in their slumber
and, still I sit
-anticipating
Wanting this sleep to come
so that I too may drift off to Neverland
And, as this fairy sprinkles dust upon my hair
I close my eyes and dream of you, Peter Pan....
Copyright ©2009 Erika Petrizzo
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By the ocean shore I lay
-abandoned
How thoughtful of you to plant those poppies
to lay by my bed;
their red hues held me captive for awhile
But when the Sailors came and cast out their daisy chains
-at once I felt what innocence felt like
Child like dew splashed upon and over me in waves
The lavish colors of the evening sun aroused me
-awoke me from this melancholy
No time to speak the words I so desired
As the emptiness reminded me
-no longer were visitors welcomed here
No one here to admire these stone walls
And, the dust that settled upon my floor boards
dancing in time within the wind
-upwards & in spirals
For my story was about a girl
-the one for whom I was built
It was about a dream
-his dream
I stand still - awaiting mine....
Copyright ©2009 Erika Petrizzo
Photo By Erika Petrizzo (taken today by Pier A - lower Manhattan)
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