TO FINISH THE REST OF MY POEMS MAYBE

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i've found love

wrapped around you

entwined in your hair

knowing you care

drops of my love

have sprinkled

on your mind

one of each kind

twirling on your tongue

ringing in your ears

sparkles in my eyes

tell you i love you

senses are

-Connie, 1973)

in bed, thinking of you

remembering the short time we had

wondering what you're gonna do

waiting for you to come back

come back to get me

wondering if i should pack

as yet, i haven't heard from you

but i know your writing's like that

wondering what i can do

i really love you, i know

of all life's things

i want you most, you know

(Connie-1973)

wanting you, missing you

needin' to see you once again

knowing how i feel

lost...empty without you

feeling i'll be

with you again

and endurance of

pain of being apart

we have the patience needed

to cope with the problems..

that other people

give us

we'l be together

even though

we're apart

because the strong

and beautiful feeling

is there

and it will endure

(Connie-1973)

lonesome is the

pattern

of things that are

twined around a

distant pen

writing all the

strange thoughts

that came into a head

to be shared with only one person

(Connie-1973)

i can see you 

but i can't touch you

i can hear you

when i can't see you

i can feel you

when you're not there

and i need you.

(Connie-1973)

to look at his eyes

is to see the deep

dark brown secrets

of a probing subject

full of mysteries to 

solve

to see a gentleness

with a stir of emotion

a tenderness of thought

the colors standing

vibrant

clinging

to my mind

clinging to my heart

the glowing wetness of meaning..

of meanings of all kinds

in the words

silently spoken

to know they will always

speak

to me in his warmth

coldness, despair

and love

showing that he is there

(Connie-1973)

we've been friends for so long

it hurts to know we're really not

i try to see just what went wrong

you changed so fast

a face of yours i've never seen

i was the one to notice last

it was so quick from week to week

bubbling over with great plans

lost at once, to something weak.

i don't trust you anymore

your faces are too many

i don't want to hear your lore

i don't care even to see you

if that's any way possible

true friends are such few

(Connie-1973)

the sunshine is dripping

sticky golden honey

onto my body

seeping

over its contours

shining

with its richness

the warmth of it drips

-slowly

across my stomach

feeling strangely content

the earth has come to 

meet the sun

by pressing

near my back

waiting

for the dewy honey

to trickle

down to meet it

(Connie 1973)

i want you to feel

to know how i worry

when something goes wrong

we've been together so long

i'd hate to see it burn away

to nothing but wasted ashes

to know we love so much

to trust completely

to see there's no need for

such things as jealousy

because i am yours

yours from long ago

by now, you should know

how much i love you

(Connie-1973)

There was a guy last name McKuen I think, I can't quite remember right now but if you didn't like his poems you probably won't like mine either

look at what you've done

you broke a heart that loves you

you took out an invisible gun

and shot the fiery rays into the

few remaining shattered pieces

of a heart

to hurt, because you've hurt

because you won't talk

your words are stifled from

the dirt

that you wish to

throw------

to get revenge.

(Connie-1973)

the rain is crying

big loud teardrops

streaming from

the sky's face

falling hard to 

the ground

who is thankful

soaking up the 

moisture

for everyone's sorrow

it seems 

someone finds a

pleasure

(Connie-1973)

i saw you againe

once more

i saw no-one but you

i felt inside

to love you more

i held on to each

piece

i didn't want to see

you go

i didn't want to lose

the feel of

your touch---

back to a sheet of paper

(Connie 1973)

the great vibrant colors

are flowing thru

my head

floating in my eyes

and out

around my body

the tearing of some

paper

sounds crisp

to my ears

all moving objects are

hazily flowing thru

all still objects distinctly

standing, gazing,

looking back at me.

(Connie-1973)

why did they take you away

from me

just when everything

was so beautiful

the tears in your eyes

fell

glistening on your face

i wanted to hold you

touch you

but they dragged you away

and held me back---

i cried.

(Connie-1973)

i saw him standing there

looking thru the iron bars

crying for someone to love him

peering thru the

sticky dimness

of the single cell he's in

wondering how everything

is in the outer world.

needing the one he loves

to be with him

to know she's not

just a figment

of his imagination

to know she's real

and that

she loves him too

(Connie-1973)

you stay there

on your fine pillow

expecting

everyone to bow to

your every command

rejecting people until

you're ready to

socialize

expecting them to return

when you beckon

i won't be there

when you come calling

i've waited and

ran forward when 

you called

i'll be gone and you'll be

wishing

you had treated

 me

like a person

instead of a dog.

(Connie-June 1973)

i am numb

i feel as though

i'll never feel again

love is so strange

and i've melted in it

burned in it

now i'm freezing

i am frozen

(Connie-June 1973)

does it seem

like every time

i try to tell you

i love you

something

comes along

to stand in my way?

does it seem

like the more

i think i

understand you 

the less

i really do?

(Connie, June 20, 1973)

i wish i could see you

 to watch your expressions

as we talk about us

live in your reflections

to know what you are thinking

exactly how you feel

see what's holding you back

to find out if i can break that seal

i wish i could hole you

your body's warmth spread over me

or is there a distant chill

that maybe i just can't see

i really need to talk to you

and live in your mind

to enter thru your eyes

and make our love combine

(Connie-June 20, 1973)

More to come, in time, of de-cluttering

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