Mother’s Moon

You are always near 

Appearing and disappearing 

At a moment’s notice 

Glorious as our moon 

Undulating in the darkness 

Erasing the day’s woes 

I see you everywhere 

And nowhere 

Slipping in and out 

Of day dreams

Pretending to be memories 

Your reflection is my reflection 

My eyes and heart my own 

And I miss you mightily 

Every day — 

And as I navigate a world 

Traveling backwards 

Sometimes I wonder 

What you would say 

And if we will ever be ok 

For my mother

A storm can only last so long

It's a beautiful world

Look up, look around;

Be aware of your own presence.

See the master at work;

You are the creator.

Imagine it and it will be yours.

Shapes will become clearer,

And sound more resilient

Than the winds that change

And discourage your flight.

A storm can only last so long.

The sun is waiting to rise

With your spirit, your heart.

Paint the world with love,

Punctuate your steps

With enthusiasm 

And happiness will follow.

Tip your hat to sadness;

Bid it adieu.

It's time to own your fate. 

2014 Helena Malheur 

Right Is Never Right

I heard those five words even before we met, 

Long before I watched the mist settle 

On the white lilies you planted in our backyard --

Tearing the milky fog blanketing the air.

I stood in the rain waiting for the storm. 

I never asked you to stand in the rain. 

Stay under the sun.  Sleep with the moon. 

Scoop the stars from the sky 

And throw them away; I don't need light. 

I am damp as the grass beneath my feet, 

Long after the rain subsided; 

Bones soaked in melancholia, 

Even you can't wring it out of me.

But she, the little lily white bud, bathing in your sun --

She must look up at you, in awe,   

With her big green eyes and dark brown hair. 

I imagined her, ever since I saw the moon light 

Seep through the moss covered trees in your front yard.

And I still refuse to listen to the right voices singing 

The right songs. I listen to your voice. 

I listen to those five little words that sunk a ship. 

"I don't love you anymore."

Because wrong is so right it feeds on denial,

Like a parasite. and right is never right in the wrong light.

In this cricket hour, the remembering hour,

I must forget to remember regret; and once more, 

Abandon a girl more malleable than me. 

P.H.

© 2014 Helena Malheur 

Let Go

Leap fearlessly into the green horizon.

Take a deep breath and feel the brevity

Of this melancholy hour; the battle

Will be over soon, as soon as you let go. 

Let go, because mutiny against reality is futile.

Let go of absurd conjectures of possibility.

Life is happenstance; it is a wonderers paradox.

Let it be erect in its truth, its horror. 

2014 Helena Malheur 

Forget my heart, my song

Seduced by the charms of hope, 

I, dressed like a clown, skipped my heart

Into another beautiful lie -

A wonderfully exquisite lie!

And as the stars rest upon my face, I wish, 

The night would lull me to sleep in peace,

To forget, to seek nothing and need

Nothing of this absurdity, this life. 

No, never-mind despair, its never far; 

Yet its eager to retreat into its cave. My will 

Does not abide by the rules of my heart.

It is the possibility of your return that it fears. 

Let these words of love, these gravid words

Stuck in the back of my throat, inherit 

From my despair, the need to depart;

Let it be so, that you forget my heart, my song. 

© 2014 Helena Malheur 

P.H.