Kathleen Myra Colby
In the midst of regal red
Orange flaming like a tart
It sneaks out
Euphonious as rain on a pond
Mellow sunlight, warm days
Cool not chilly nights
Roses bloom anew
Nature takes a breath and sighs
The second Spring holds back;
the tears of time
You big bloated orange moon
Hanging there in this heavy air
You have stolen summer
Eaten it right up and laughed
You have opened the night for lovers
You have burped out a sigh
A wiff of smoke; camp fires burn low
Eager for what lies ahead...I dread
After the regal colors of Autumn
Snow will chill my bones
So, gloat now you blighted orb
I will laugh a pumpkin laugh alas...
I went to sleep in a slipstream
Woke to a world gone mad
Red ran like a river down barren streets
All was upside down
The sky was a seamless grey
People were black and white
Lost in an old time movie
The sight filled me with fright
I heard a hideous laughter
A one eyed magician poked me straight
Pick a card, he said
Pick a card or forever exist in exile
before it is all too late...
We drown in fragrant fluids
of the flesh
A gasp...A sigh...The little death
A silent hand strokes back our breath
No longer strangers...eye to eye
Our limbs entwined
A moment longer
And then...
Shameless moon
blind white
motionless climbs
above a sleeve-worn stone
Limb by naked limb
night -entangled trees
release queer shadows
on bare bone
distorting memory
and the tainted foliage
KMC @ 2011
My ashes will hold my destiny;
nestled in a cool dark vase
tossed out to sea
I will not pass into nothingness
but a sweet sleep
sailing the ocean of death
whipped cream waves
will lick my cheeks
Remember me as a crystal
in the snow
Remember me as sunlight
on golden grain
Feel me in the autumn rains
I have cast off an over-coat
of clay
Remember the beauty
of our summer days
See me in twilight
where we played
The beauty of the flesh
vanishes but is destined
for memory
I will look at you again
Toss my ashes to the winds
And remember me!
Saturday morning apathy
coffee and cantalope
newspaper eyes
newspaper faces
We mirror eachother
Ironically sad
No luxury
in the chaos
of a very old sun
Out of the dark shadows
a night bird shrieks
The howl of the lost
and forgotten
chatters the green monkey
The man with a red guitar
dances in the Mexican heat
Discordant broken strings
of music
fill the desolute night
The shreik of the green monkey
murders the soul...
What beauty a summer sun
does bring
It serves us;
our eternal center
Words ignite its radiance
What is true of the sun
is true of the soul
An invisible element
made visible in life
We see what we want to see
If rarified beauty is
our vision
perpetual summer will glow
through us; lest like Icarus
as a golden winged bird
rising higher and higher
to escape
closer and closer to the sun
melting wings
falling into the sea
and death...
It was the summer of
a shower of stars.
Vermillion plums,
voluptuous fruit
hanging low on branches.
Fire-red geraniums;
bouganvillea cascading down.
The earth was humid,
heat waves rose up like
a boiling sea.
Full moon's bright stare
ignites strange shapes
in our garden.
Shadows that move like
mating snakes.
A burst of stars
fall to earth;
little fishes invade the beach
then vanish into
a silver sea.
KMC@2011
Wind distresses wood and window pane
Soundless damage in the shade of
stationary identity
Now, artificial names blow in the breeze
Where lush fields bloomed from wild seed
Memories plague my ears like bees
The meadows have been stolen away
A highway molests the scenery
And I taste the grief
My past ruined by washed identities
The scars have healed
Sealed off as far as eye can see
No shacks or desolate abandonment:
Romantic stops or medieval Fairs
The Age of Steel and Machine
has burst the attic of my dreams
A crown of daisies on the dresser
Reflection of our joyous past
Bewilderment in your dear blue eyes
now blurred by pain...
I caress your feverish brow and smile
as I always have...
Let go...let the silent sleep still your pain
Memory keeps you close to me
Your laughter like bells rings in my ears
Your special glow still lingers
Sleep now my friend...
Embrace the great love in eternal grace
Cherry blossoms
Infatuation is fleeting
Blossoms fly with the wind
Barren budding trees
The funeral is over
Snow is melting
Walking through the thicket
a lark began to sing
Its song so sweet it broke my heart
as it prepared to take wing
Ti's sweet to think its eyes turned brighter
just because of me
I had cares when I came upon the woods
Cares that follow all moods black
I came upon a gimcrack
What use are silly things?
All that really mattered was to hear
that small bird sing...
I sit and stare at windows
made of ice
I see a plain of glass outside
All the while I feel
the cold steel pain
The silver stillness
in this heart of mine
The sun is like a blood stained egg yolk
The world gone mad
deranged with grief
Sheltered by the solid oak
I cry my heart into my throat
I cannot breath
A wind came with thunder
in the trees
The dust is choking me
I begin to bleed
My hands stung by nettles
My feet caught in thistles
Nature gone mad before my eyes
Is this the way we intend to die?
KMCOLBY@20111
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His insane voice echos
back from the pure white walls
His hand print; red like plum juice
screams backwards
Into the now silent room....
Shadows creep across the bedroom
Frightening shadows
You wake with a start
Right when you have it together
It happens all over again
Shadows from the past
Shadows from someones sin
It can't be your fault
That's not what the shadows say
Look into the darkness
as you avoid the day
Cigarette butts overflow the bowl
Whiskey glass spilled into a vacant hole
The light outside is frightening
it never lets you sleep
The light says get up and
face what you have reaped
You cower in the corner afraid
to say a word
Shadows have all the power
in this your tiny world
I ride a pale horse into the wind
The wind is a woman, a siren of sin
Drunkards black shadows on the bar room floor
I will not go down with shadows anymore
Yet, it is the shadow that understands the ectasy of sound
Silence is large and sound is thinner
It is the sound I hunger for
Black marigolds and silence are my dinner
I tie up my horse and wait for the sinner
Down the shabby hallway; dingy white wall hallway
Shuffling slippers march in order
March in order
To the day room; the steel case pill room
They all get a plastic cup with pills
green, pink, yellow...rainbow pills
Swallow with water...did you swallow?
Turn about to shuffle back
Down the hallway; shuffling hallway
Shuffling slippers, eyes blinking, throat drying
Each to a room or two to a room
Same rooms, blue rooms, barren rooms
Steel rail bed, hard bed, one dresser
Rooms of quiet despair, blue rooms
No books, no sharp implements, steel rooms
Sitting rooms, waiting rooms, waiting for the buzzer
Then the march begins again...
