Mary Fumento

The Cradle

admin — Sat, 03 Jul 2010 17:14:59 +0000

Cradle in your touch
The way you hold me
Dissolving my body
Deep inside of yours
Pure essence as
We become one
Tenderness together
Treasured forever
- Mary O. Fumento, 2010

Tundra

admin — Tue, 29 Jun 2010 04:15:18 +0000

Frozen earth
Landscape silent
As if locked away
All secrets buried
In a world of white

Crags cracking ground
While the sun sets
Pink hues emerge
Forgotten buried gem
Shaded in shadow

Emerging then and now
- Mary O. Fumento, 2010

Undergrowth

admin — Tue, 29 Jun 2010 03:36:12 +0000

Feelings you cannot let go
In the thickness of the brush
Not the leaves that cover so
Gently like a mother’s shush
Not in blossoms pure, sweet
Enlightening every sunny day

But the bog that darkness eats
And emptiness finds its way in
They lurk, they linger, they last
Feelings you cannot let go
They return and they haunt
Even if they were left long ago

That creeping around your foot
The shroud you cannot disrobe
Undergrowth and the pain of life
Sick soulmates who won’t separate
An angry, reaching, swirling fog
Permeating bones, brains and souls
- Mary O. Fumento, 2010

Peaks

admin — Tue, 29 Jun 2010 02:54:37 +0000

Reach for the sky
Embrace the clouds
And the moon and sun
Even touch twinkling stars
For you can, they are yours
There to be forever shared
- Mary O. Fumento, 2010

Speckles

admin — Tue, 16 Mar 2010 00:33:03 +0000

The ground pokes through
The snow, defiantly
Dark spots of brown
And some frozen green
Just small reminders
That winter won’t last
Spring’s barely distant
But for this crusty cover
A white mantle so still
It’s only here briefly
Arriving just in time
To stay a bit and leave
- Mary O. Fumento, 2010

Flight

admin — Wed, 09 Dec 2009 04:59:41 +0000

There are birds outside my window,
And I hear their music every day.
Songs increase, volume and response,
Melody strikes every moment; they notice not.They sing because it comes from inside;
No conscious choice or decision. Rather,
An intent to join and communicate,
And in so many ways mirroring flight.

Seamless, effortless, uninhibited.
Notes uplifted to the very sky.
And with their vocal optimism,
They gather together and meet as they fly.
- Mary O. Fumento, 2009

Alone

admin — Wed, 09 Dec 2009 04:51:24 +0000

Listening for the silence
The echo never returned
However heartfelt the call
There was no response

And the sky stood still
Absorbing only emptiness
No breeze to even murmur
A distinct solitude to embrace
- 2009, Mary O. Fumento

The Beast

admin — Sun, 15 Nov 2009 01:04:23 +0000

Stalking and snarling in darkness
Shading such a haunted, cursed face
Dwelling alone in refuse and pain
A somehow fitting and expected place
For the epitome of ugly and sinful
Only shame and repugnance surround
And the dislike, distrust, disgust
From others will certainly unbound
A deserved end for a despicable creature
Or so the observers will say
But what could they ever begin to know
Of a creature never seen once seen by day
They hear not the terrible cries
And they see not the endless tears
Of the one so tormented and betrayed
And yet they dare to judge and to fear
As if they were the ones who pay
This hideous price, this horrendous fee
Without ever realizing how it would feel
For only a moment to switch and be me
- Mary O. Fumento, 1997

The Longing

admin — Sun, 15 Nov 2009 01:02:21 +0000

Shadows of gray return
Enveloping an empty space
Where no one was before

What wild creature could know
The comfort of a master gone
Believing he will return?

The free only know the amble
A sudden rush to go nowhere
When time, boundaries are extended
- Mary O. Fumento, 2001

The Void

admin — Sun, 15 Nov 2009 01:00:43 +0000

I want what I cannot have
I obtain it only to not desire it
Just as I seem content
I observe how miserable I should be
When the world seems unbearable
I notice how fortunate I am…
For that which I already have
I want to rid myself of
Is everyone this confused
Or am I truly alone?
- Mary O. Fumento, 1988