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Installation ~

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We think we cover it so well,

Layers and layers ,

to conceal  the imperfections,

those things we see as flaws.

Always afraid , they’ll be stripped away

by life’s unfeeling jaws.

But then you collide,

with another soul.

Whose vision seems almost  preternatural .

How did they come so close?

And then you realize,

their layers , are your layers.

Separate coats of gloss ,

but from the same brush.

The graffiti the same.

And suddenly , you are seen.

through all the misted layers of choke-filled smog  that smother the world.

You are heard,

in all the noise that blankets the city,

and then in that cacophony ; of brick and steel ,

taxis  and hearts rushing ,

the art coalesces.

Ruby Jeanette Woods 

Street Art by Eduardo #Kobra 

 

 

Poetry, Uncategorized, world affairs, Writing

“O Death! or Good Riddance to 2016”

 

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Twenty-sixteen

Come and gone,

and leaving in its wake ,

so many sorrows.

The Starman became Stardust….

and the Caterpillar went through The Looking Glass.

The Mockingbird flew away,

and old Blue Eyes flew too.

Purple Rain,

a Butterfly and a Bee,

“O,Death. O,Death,

won’t you spare me over ’til another year?

The Candy Man

took the sunshine with him,

and we were left singing a “broken Hallelujah.”

This year;this long and stumbling year,

refused to let go.

One last stab,

one more slice.

A Princess beloved ,

she had become a General ,

and stolen our hearts

all over again.

Twenty -sixteen, you have gone,

and left a bitter taste in our mouths.

Twenty- seventeen ………………..

Please? Be kind.

 

About Me~, Poetry, Uncategorized, world affairs, Writing

Sugar and Shade ~

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Sugar and  Shade 

The lies we tell.

The little fictions that go so well

with the particular shade of lipstick we’ve chosen

for ourselves.

We decide those words don’t hurt anyone,

after all,

how badly could it hurt to smile ever so sweetly and say, something , anything.

We must drip , must let fall, the tumbled rounds of ice,

for glasses.

Voice honeyed-thick , cigar smoke and molasses

“Tea, on the porch anyone? Perhaps here in the shade?”

and then it’s

Midnight , magnolia, masquerade

rye gin and lemonade.

Tart, and sour, shifts of power,

the souls we sell,

not even our  own.

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Discarded Treasures ~

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I approached quietly , and left

a small piece of my heart,

on the  park  bench.

As if somehow leaving it there,

meant I was waiting for the day , no , not even the day,

my life!

to start,

for some permission.

Would he see it?

Would he care?

Or would it simply be one more

discarded, tumbled, forgotten grubby lost unknown treasure. I watch with all the hopes , despairs, confusions, joys, consternation…………. Abruptly  , the man who lives in the apartment above me  grabs my arm , and with  sudden fervor

pulls me down from my window perch , where I watch so anxiously . Racing , with a strength I would not , no , could not have thought his own bird-like body could possess,  hurriedly we go, skipping first one step , and then two steps at a time ………..and then we are there.

The bench.

The boy.

And me, the  girl. I am standing , out of breath, trying to think of the words to explain .

The painted rock.

The old man.

I am only a child  here.

My words are jumbled.

There is  nothing  for me to  say, it is  just a grubby , lost unknown treasure, I mumble.

It is okay, the boy  says. The old man is his uncle. The boy  is NOT new here, the old man says,  he has  seen that you like books, and walks. And benches. And wanting  to learn about quiet things, like that which is  discarded, and hopes, and unknown treasures. And  in time, together , you   will  think of the right words to explain.

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Tangled

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It’s a word there , at the edge of my mind

I feel it there just tangled, but cannot seem to find

what exact word it is.

I have heard it , I know, for sure.

It calls to me, from some forgotten shore

to speak it.

In the time of dreaming it comes , almost foaming,

it drifts in  seaweed misty, gloaming,

pulled away with the tide.

Perhaps the selkies know it,

and  one day they will show it ,

scrawled on the sea-glass floor.

 

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MEPHITIC

~MEPHITIC~

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What malodorous substance do you use,

to cover the lies you tell?

Do you not even notice now, 

the way it  gives off a smell?

It corrupts  everything you touch,

it poisons  the very air.

Wilts away  all the  new life, 

til only  the   old is there.

Friends once caught in conversation,

 can now only hear burnt words.

 Only falsely spoken cries from

fallen dying birds.

I want so badly  to believe again,

 that the words you say are  true,

in this apocalyptic wasteland, though, 

the most distorted thing  is you.

Ruby Jeanette Woods

August 2015

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EverGreen~

Fairy fantasy Digital art by Anto Machado
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Take me out to where it’s evergreen,

let me lay amongst the trees.

To touch  the giant standing stones,

and hear the melody of bees.

To see the honeysuckle vine,

grown tall through summer’s days.

Where faeries flit about the air,

of the secret woodland glade.

Ruby  Jeanette Woods

2015

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Flaws~

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Opposite Ends~

I’m a little confused I guess,
I don’t understand why.
Why you hurt me all the time,
and try to make me cry?
I know that I’m not perfect,
but I never claimed to be.
I only know one way to live,
And that’s just to be me.
I get that we’re polar opposites,
you’re the sun and sandy beach.
I’m winter cold and drifting,
the moon you cannot reach.
I’m sorry I can’t be the person,
that you need me to be,
I don’t know how to change it,
so I’m setting myself free.
I’m one thing and you’re another,
and I ‘m tired of playing games,
I ‘ll always be just who I am,
I’ll always be the same.
It hurts that you don’t want me,
but I have to let it go,
my heart can only take so much,
of this bruising in my soul.
So now you’re free to be the person,
that you want so much to be,
I’m just here in the shadows,
you don’t have to worry about me.
I’m going on with what I have,
and leaving you behind,
I hope you have much happiness,and peace to soothe your mind.
I’ll always have a prayer for you,
I know you’ll have the same,
I ‘ll keep the good times in my heart,
and won’t forget your name.
Ruby Jeanette Woods
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Forty -Nine~

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Stars Collide

Only sixteen, 

I was a mess of clumsy limbs, 

with my head going faster than my feet most days.

Tangled curls of black hair, forever in my eyes.

He was tall, 

his eyes as green as the leafy oaks in summer.

In that moment,

the world somehow seemed,

as if gravity were suddenly released .

And I knew, 

knew that if I didn’t make him mine,

I would fly off into space un-moored,

forever losing something 

cosmically wonderful.

So I took hold 

of his lumber-scarred hands,

and I’ve never let him go.

Ruby Jeanette Woods

Happiest of birthdays to the love of my life,

Thank you for all you are, and for making the world a kinder , gentler place.

I’m a better person because I know you.