The Unexpected Hour

The Unexpected Hour
What is IT that Stocks the Soul and Wounds the broken heart?
Why do lonely and unfortunate people flock to it?
Does
Death give answers?
Or does pain swelling Cloud the issue?

In the hour of Death one runs to it as if IT is his or her savior.
And Death, Death is often the first thing a prisoner
Considers.
“How, when, where,
And, will anyone care?”

Death crawls under My door enticing Me to embrace its Haven.
The fog creeps in my soul and the cool breeze is
Hypnotizing.
That I must shake myself to awaken my semi-numbed senses!
And, in the hour of Death, I unexpectedly find
Life !

March 4, 2004
By Ileana Reich

Worlds Apart

Worlds Apart
On the far side of my ocean,
That’s where you are.
Our positions never meet,
They find quick defeat!
Confused, frustrated, and determined
Echoes travel across this vast distance.
Only to hit a wall,
Right in the middle of my ocean!

On the far side of the ocean
Is your cold and closed beach.
Our words disconnect over tides,
You live your own life.
Your coded, loaded, and bloated
Stiff echoing noncantankerous
Words rebound right back to your beach,
And my silent ocean is bleak.

On the far side of your scarlet beach,
Across my indigo ocean.
Our opposite worlds never meet.
I swim with shipwrecked sailors.
You fish!

Written by Ileana Reich
July 16, 2008

Moment In the Sand

A Moment in the Sand
Sand
Sun
Shells
Ocean
Breeze

Hope
Faith
Joy
Mental
Peace

Dedicated to my daughter, Angel Felkins
Written by Ileana Reich
July 16, 2008