Solitary Revelations

The one who never seems to need anyone
Is often the most needy of them all;
They tell themselves they are the loners of the world;
They may stumble, but they’ll never fall.

The one who seems to enjoy being alone
Is often alone for reasons they hide;
They are running from a past filled with despair,
Hurrying through their lives unjustified.

The one who has reasons for not making friends
Is often a true hypocrite;
They make excuses for never having enough time,
But in truth, they are afraid to commit.

The one who speaks wisely in another’s defense
Is often unable to make their own stand;
They leave the scene when it’s their time to confess,
Walking, as though, upon quicksand.

The one who never seems to need anyone
Is often someone you know;
I will tell you I am happy each time that you ask,
Never revealing what lies below.

Lora Frikken ~ 7-27-03

Manual Calligraphy

An offer of friendship
gladly given
A humble touch for
sins forgiven
A salute to honor
virtuous deeds
Help offered freely for
other's needs
Lifting and carrying
weakened souls
Guiding and teaching
important goals
Making lives better with
healing arts
Holding onto those with
troubled hearts
Sheltering those who
need protection
Defending the spirit
against rejection
Signs made to enhance
our communication
Gracefully telling stories
with animation
Hands should be tools
uniquely driven
In love they become
selflessly given

Lora Frikken ~ 7-2003

Vandals At The Gate

Vandals at the gate
It is much too late
My days were numbered
While I still slumbered
All reality abandons me
Time offers no guarantee
Of dreams that cannot fly
With no reason to try
All escape is opposed
All doors remain closed
The silence is profane
Spreading like a bloodstain
All thoughts now cease
All will is released
With the gates undermined
Vandals invade my mind

Lora Frikken ~ 7-14-03

Lazy Afternoon

Lying down in the spot of my choice
Allowing my inner spirit to rejoice
Zephyrs swirl round me in airy delight
Yearning to soar higher in effortless flight

Assimilating each cell into idle cessation
Foments the desire for total relaxation
Tentative birds and bees whispering near
Elusively dart through my atmosphere
Relinquishing myself to complete surrender
Nothing will disturb this peaceful splendor
Opalescent clouds stand guard over me
Offering me glimpses of a blue eternity
Now I know what it means to be truly lazy

Lora Frikken ~ 7-26-03

My Chest Of Dreams

There is a chest which holds my dreams
With sacred stones and unspoken schemes
Documents promising glorious treasure
Revealing secrets beyond any measure
Memories written upon papers and maps
Guiding me back to where time overlaps
Scented with lavender and laquer applied
An old silver coin from the sea rests inside
Favorite photographs in tarnishing frames
Bright amber necklaces from faraway plains
A perfect arrowhead quite surprisingly found
By an old mill’s stream just lying on the ground
Letters and mementoes saved with many tears
Safeguarding memories of the passing years
Books and cards reveal words caught in time
Happiness and sadness shared within a rhyme
This is the chest that holds my special dreams
Painted with sailing ships and exotic scenes
Though only half-filled with treasures and more
It marks time for whatever new dreams are in store

Lora Frikken ~ 7-21-03

Nepenthe

I drink from the cup of forgetfulness
I drink to quench my grief
I must smother the painful memories
I drink to my relief

I never ask where my memories go
I never wish for their return
I stand on the edge of sorrow and cry
I never know if I will learn

I cast away all semblance of my past
I cast off every heartache
I wait for forgiveness to show its face
I cast down every mistake

I dream of a night without nightmares
I dream of a peaceful sleep
I long for rest in the arms of solitude
I dream of comforts to keep

You are the cup of my forgetfulness
You are the memories that are new
You are the gift of my forgiveness
You are the dreams now coming true

Lora Frikken ~ 7-7-03

Elegy To An Intellectual

Oh, to be considered an intellectual,
Instead of the one who stumbles:
One whose attempts are ineffectual,
As well as dull and inclined to mumble.

Ah, to sound so discerning and sure,
Instead of one not very knowledgeable:
Whose ideas and words seem obscure,
Yet hopefully not too incomprehensible.

Yes, to be one with the cerebral and sage,
Instead of remaining alone and obtuse:
Wisdom could be purchased at any age,
If I hadn’t already misspent my youth.

Lora Frikken ~ 7-5-03