Wrestling with an Angel

mparkes unraveling himWrestling with an angel

and prevailing….

Ah, the mystical

mystique of the thought —

To wrestle all night

with a mysterious stranger

who begs to be gone

before daylight.

Wrestling with an angel

and prevailing….

After such a wrestling match,

you still get wounded

and you limp with the imbalance

and memory of it

for the remainder of life.

Detail from online art

Something more.

Not sure what I am longing for.

Something more

comes to me as an impulse, event,

wind for good,

illusive wave upon the shore.

Something more

like the descent of a silken love god

draped in that “stop time for awhile” cape

whom I adore.

wind andrew wyeth
Painting: Andrew Wyeth


Winter Evaluation

Online Art of Goddess

Her best friend tells her not to take the rejection to heart.

“You make them feel unworthy. You’re formidable, boho and smart.”

She wonders how she managed to alienate such a crowd.

She has always been a “pleaser”. She is not crude or loud.

Her friend says the problem is brains/sass mixed with fun.

She’s the patron saint of unwise decisions.

There is no regret for wild actions,

Except those deeds she has not done.



In Memoriam — To Hope

Online Wolf Tattoo

“Rumor has it he’s the one I’m leaving you for.” ~ Adele


There is a kind of peace knowing I treasured you.

I always will.

You hurt and disappointed. I forgive all involved.

I love you still.


You can celebrate and dance because if this has been a duel

Of beauty, pride, making an impression,

Having meaning in life,

You are winner without question.


My life was a phantom of being loveless without you.

I’ll put in my time — whatever I’m due.

My essence was an unfinished sentence . . . .

I no longer have to be completed by the likes of you.






Swan Song

Nightfall painting and giclee on canvas by artist Michael Parkes
Art ~ Michael Parkes

Curious, isn’t it.

I perhaps never loved you.

I just needed your distraction so badly. I was bored.

You perhaps never loved me.

You simply needed me to be your fairy god mother. You were oppressed.

Now we have separated because of our dis-eases.

After all our investment.

I am still bored.

And you are more oppressed than ever before.


I loved you.

No perhaps.



OF YOU (a feeble effort at a love sonnet)

Art ~ Michael Parkes

My eye delights in you with disbelieving relish.

You are my perfumed paradise destination.

My love for you spans to the rock-pounding horizon.

The world with you is my eye-candy dish.

My love is for joy. I am not selfish.

My purpose is delight – not breeding-stock procreation.

The glory of far flung love is for our celebration.

Choose me to be your purple fragrant fetish.





Online Art

Of all the people I ever met, I thought I knew you the most intimately.

Of all the people I ever knew, I loved you the most fiercely.

Of all the people I ever loved, I was the most wide open to you.

Of all the people in all my life, you knew

most thoroughly my inner and outer terrain.

And yet, until that evil day,

you began to believe her lies about me,

there did not exist a love pure as mine for you.

And yet, you withdrew.

Body, soul, heart untrue.


Day 4 of Exile: Pellucidity


MichaelParkes-for adul
Art ~ Michael Parkes

Longing for naked pellucidity,

hoping for carnal reciprocity,

begging like a bitch beneath his table.

In the end,  he was simply unable

to be courageous and transparent.

I do not blame him.

It’s the centuries of inbred obtusity.

Woe is me.

Woebegone are we.





Day 2 of Woe

He has faded like twilight shadows.
I am newly aware I could never please.
I recall his delight in me once sheltered from sorrow.
Oh, light many candles on my altar.
Grieve with me in silence over the loss of our joy.