Night Whispers 03-28-04

::Night Whispers::

I feel the wind whisper in my ears
It brings a chill that I feel deep within my bones
It’s whispers are hollow like a disembodied voice
Telling me of my folly
Laughing at my tears
Scolding me for my feelings
The wind blows through my air
Icy wisps that crawl down my neck
That sink into my skin
Filling me with the coldness of death
Biting my skin
Stinging my eyes
And invisible presence on this somber night
It taunts me
Reminds me
Mocks me
GO AWAY, I scream
Let me be in my hell
I do not need to remember
For it is branded on my lips
The touch of him
I scream to no avail at the haunting wind

©03.28.04
BJH

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He Didn’t Realize

He gave me the moon and the stars
He put them in the palm of my hand
Only he could do that
Give me all I ever wanted
Just a simple thing
A toy really
A yellow bouncy ball
Covered in stars and half moons
He didn’t realize what he did
Giving me that small gift
First star wishes
Goddess Moon
The indigo sky that inspires me to write
He put them all in the palm of my hand
And he didn’t even know it.

04-21-2011
BJH
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Baby you know this is for you. Like I said you turn my stormclouds into sunshine. I love you, it took 5 years to get to three weeks.

He gave me the moon and the stars

Beyond The Fence

It’s chilly today
Sitting on my swing
Absorbing unhealthy amounts of pollen
Random thoughts of this morning
Clyde’s massive burp at IHop
My son’s big eyes over a Spongebob lava lamp
Happy to turn 13
Creepy crawly feeling
Is something brewing?
I need to make green beans for my monster son
Wild strawberries grow in my yard
My yard is fenced in
Not so wild I guess
I used to climb those trees
Skin my knees
Smoke unholy cigarettes behind the fence
Gunfire at the Marine Base shakes the windows sometimes
Sitting on my poetry swing
Always fenced in
Except for when I’m with Clyde
It really is chilly.

04-21-2011
BJH

Fenced In

My Poetry Swing

Dreamscape Poetry

Dreamscape Poetry

I write about angels, demons and screams
I write about princes, castles and dreams
I write about emotions and mystical things
I write about love and the blood that it brings

I write for poets, for lovers and me
I write for enemies and emotional release
I write for breath, for death, for need
I write to calm my stormy seas

I am a princess, a poet, a witch and a muse
I am a fallen angel with wings of blue
I am the ghost of the lake the child of the moon
I am the nightmare that waits to frighten you

I live in a world of fairytales and dreams
In a tower overlooking a moonlit sea
I visit Andromeda and Saturn’s ring
I walk through hell and demon screams

My mind is s trip through heaven and hell
A world of fantasy and wizard spells
Pictures of love and anguish as well
Please take a look and fare the well

by Bonnie Jean Higgins

Camelot By The Shore ~ 09.13.04

I see them walking along the shoreline
The waves lapping at their feet
Like the cover of a dusty old romance novel
Her gown is a deep green
His armor glints in the sunlight
They are Camelot come to life
I watch them as they stop and gaze out at the waves
Holding each others hands
I wonder what they speak of
Alone there on the sand
As I wander along the shoreline
I watch their image shimmer
Fading back into the past of some unwritten history
My sigh is unheard by the ocean
As I turn to leave the shore
Does love like this still linger
In this modern fast paced world

©09.13.04
BJH