Connie's poetry has been published in Reiki Magazine International, in newspapers, and the e-zines Autumn Leaves and Poetry Life & Times. Her poetry has appeared in several anthologies of ShadowPoetry.com and The International Library of Poetry, and the Poetry Guild. Connie has won the respect of her fellow poets, and have published several poetic chapbooks.

Connie flew the friendly skies for thirty-four years before her retirement in July 2003. She has been an Aura Photographer sine 1997. She became a Reiki Master/Teacher in May 2002 and a Karuna Reiki Master in April 2003. She has studied aromatherapy using grade A essential oils for physical and emotional health.

She volunteers as an American Sign Language interpreter in her spare time. Other interest are reading, swimming, traveling, Egyptian artifacts and movies. She currently resides with Michael, her husband, and her grown daughter, Michelle, in Hawaii.

First Born

First born, what burdens they carry
they are the ones you learn on
and tend to lean on too much.

He's out there some where. . . .
maybe drinking in a bar until closing
perhaps walking the streets in the rain.

My brother was My keeper
I didn't appreciate his sacrifices then
I was too young and self involved.

I thought he was happy with his family
but maybe like me he just pretended
until his children were grown and life fell apart.

I don't think she ever really loved him
she loved what he could provide for her
I am sure he stayed for the sake of family.

He is lost and alone now in his winter years
I find myself searching the internet for clues
and wishing I could make it all up to him.

© 2007 Connie Marcum Wong

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Homeless

homeless. . .
a different shoe
on each foot

Connie Marcum Wong © 2007

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I'd Like To Be Alone

I'd like to be alone
with him.
Feel his breath on the back
of my neck;
Inhale his masculine scent,
Clasp my hands around his
neck while dancing
cheek to cheek.

Listen to his voice speak
intimate words . . .
Words mostly spoken with
his eyes . . .
Dreamy eyes,
Eyes to die for.
A passenger's voice
abruptly brings me back
to reality with,
"Miss, Miss, I'd like
another cup of coffee."

© 2006 Connie Marcum Wong

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~You Can Let Go~

You can let go. . . .
You won't be lost or forgotten.
Your soul essence will still walk with mine.
Every new day,
thoughts of you will be my blessing.
Roses will smell sweeter,
the ocean will seem fresher.
You will never say an unkind word
because my memories of you
will be of the best of times
and I will share the happiest hours
within our world that we created together.
I rejoice in knowing that in the next realm
you will no longer be in pain, but free and happy.
Leaving could never put an end to our love.
It will only grow more beautiful as time passes.
I know our bond will keep us together until
we re-unite in heavenly bliss.
I love you, and will always love you.
You can let go now.

Connie Marcum Wong November 26, 2006

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The Islands of Hawaii

The familiar rhythm of the drums,
the beauty of the dance,
the haunting chants
are still whispered by the wind.
The `aina breathes and shares
`ohana with her guests
that come by ship, by plane;
so unaware they walk with Gods.

Ancestry clings o'er the ages
to few left with pure blood.
Songs related to growing
generations hold fast
the Aloha spirit. . .and as
a river separates into tributaries
the mixing of blood flows in
many directions, exalting new life.

© 2006 Connie Marcum Wong

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Rebirth

Her power and beauty quicken
as she balances time in her hands
while in the calm center of the eye
she moves with the dark fury that
destroys everything in its path.

Windmills turn without concern
until ripped from their foundations
and are sent whirling aloft, dropping
from the heavens one by one into
their new grace of providing fuel for
fire instead of harnessing the wind.

© 2006 Connie Marcum Wong

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My Quest

My quest is for the deeper meaning.
Somehow I know it's there.
Every fiber of my being suggests
but is not quite able to share.
Namast'e has become my greeting.
I study Zen at length. . . .
Tao has opened doors for me
yet my quest is not complete.
I have found in my Lord new
revelations, yet I realize it is
not possible for my journey to end
until I have crossed to the other side,
where my questions will be given
answers and then I'll return again!

© 2006 Connie Marcum Wong

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