Five Poems by Cindy M Prelosnjak

 

The Painting

 

It mystifies me quite often

With its bold blue, yellow and orange sky

How I wish I could “slip into the picture,”

To find where its deep secrets lie.

 

Anyone could appreciate its brilliance,

Simplicity is each stroke’s desire.

Though the snow lies crisp on its captive,

The horizon looks like it’s on fire.

 

Nature has let out her treasures

As the doe and the buck side by side,

Stand down by the pond and the pine trees

Where there, food and water abide.

 

Man’s World

 

Round and round I go,

Where I’ll stop, I just don’t know.

Will the spinning every cease

And my desires be released?

In this man’s world…

 

All around me I see

Empty faces staring back at me.

Has there been some mistake?

What’s to give in order to take?

In this man’s world…

 

Hanging in fright with no end in sight,

In my circle colliding again

With my one and only friend.

In this man’s world…

 

My Son

 

You with the diamonds in your eyes,

You, your smile worth a thousand joys.

“We” will be forever

Through the silence, through the noise.

We have an everlasting bond.

 

You came to me so utterly perfect.

You speak to me, yet no words are spoken.

“We” are one and the same,

“We” are unbroken.

 

You with the diamonds in your eyes,

You with your wonder pouring through.

Why can’t we always be together?

I will always believe in you.

 

The Fox

 

Trapped

Defenceless

Alone

Frightened

Here come the hunters, their hot breath on my back

Closing in for the kill. 

 

The air hangs heavy with blood lust.

Chances of escape are lost; yet,

I must keep running.

 

Confusion

Lights

Pain

Blackness

Peace

 

Ghosts of the Wood

 

Most times life passes normally,

We work, we play, we sing

Until we least expect it

And the ghosts come back again.

 

They stop by just long enough

To make their presence known

Seizing every opportunity

To upset happiness in our home.

 

These are the ghosts who haunt us

As we live and as we breathe

These are the Ghosts of the Wood

And to us forever will they cleave.

 

Eventually we gather our strength

To try and send them on their way

Then it takes a little while

For our nerves to again un-fray.

 

Harder for me as they are not my ghosts

But I live I in their shadow

A mere reflection of what used to be

Like a “Ghost of the Wood” widow.

 

So even when the ghosts depart

Their shadows hide in the dark

They linger to taunt and tease some more

Relentlessly tormenting our hearts.

 

For here there is no escaping them

Forever will they be roaming about

Tormenting, judging, disturbing our peace

Refusing to leave and get out.

 

These are the ghosts who haunt us

Who will not move on and let us breathe

These are the “Ghosts of the Wood”

…and never will they leave. 

 

I’d be a fool not to know I’m a fool.

Cindy M Prelosnjak was born in NY, and spent her youth and teenage years on a 49-acre farm near Lake Ontario. She began writing in the 1970's after inspired by a painting she bought at a garage sale on the side of the road during one of her treks down the long country miles. She has always felt strong connections to second-hand items, curious about their meaning and the history behind them. Most of her life was spent around adults and the elderly, listening to their stories. It took almost a lifetime for her to discover she is an empath, the reason for her tortured soul. She found a way to ease some of the pain by writing poetry, lyrics to songs, and by using singing and music as therapy. Her poems span over 50 years, each one with a very special meaning at certain times in her life. Her husband is an amazing harmonica player/singer who taught her to play guitar, and they perform together as “Dark Road.” Her favourite memory is of her grandmother telling her to “never lose your faith.” Not in religion, just faith in God.