The lights flickering up and down the dim avenue,
every flicker reflecting off the puddles on the ground.
For a moment these are the only movements in view,
until a car under the veil of night comes round.
The car that comes to a stop is an old rugged Polara Pursuit,
the door swings and lets out an old gentleman in a black-as-tar suit.
His dormant hands from his pockets to pull a cigar and a light,
he takes a look around before taking the cigar to his lips and ignite.
Nicotine hits and the tar burns through his mouth and down his neck,
smoke fills the air as he waits hoping he wasn’t given a rain check.
Embers burn off of the cigar fading back to the stars,
quiet filled with the distant echoes of passing cars.
Apr 7, 2023
Apr 7, 2023 at 10:30 PM UTC
The boat trembles and shakes
frightened of the ongoing storm.
Darkness swallows and takes
the boat’s lifeless form.
Lightning illuminates the scene
to see running and commotion.
Waves cresting out of the ocean
biding its time to careen.
Uncertain this battle wages,
all day and all night.
We pity and discredit the sages,
who had this in their foresight.
As weather comes and goes,
as the Atlantic ebbs and flows.
Even though it can be dreary and storm,
does not mean a path will not form.
Sep 1, 2022
Sep 1, 2022 at 12:07 AM UTC
There is a place
not here or there
but somewhere.
Infinite fractals,
shattering in time.
Reflections,
in broken glass.
To blades of grass,
to grains of sand.
A finite countless,
infinity.
Aug 31, 2022
Aug 31, 2022 at 11:35 PM UTC
Out of the sidewalk gap blooms
a flower
Roots sunk deeply in the ground
to cower
Sky lit bright, no storms loom
to shower
No one knows how the flower found
its power
Apr 12, 2022
Apr 12, 2022 at 10:55 PM UTC
Gently walks the solemn mourners
spent we few, who abscond the coroner.
Why the long faces, the hurt and scowl
we belong in places, not overt and prowl.
Night comes and takes the morning away.
Can we talk and walk those corners,
gently in dew, through fronds and flowers.
We belong in the races, covered in dirt and no tossed towels
why not be strong, even in the faces of hurt and scowl.
As the light drums and wakes, aborning today.
Jan 10, 2022
Jan 10, 2022 at 11:09 PM UTC
On the beach
where i stand
toes buried
deep in the sand
to each
their own
was worried
but no more.
Jan 10, 2022
Jan 10, 2022 at 10:37 PM UTC
Just a moment wavering in the air,
holding on before it unfurls.
Gently letting go with care,
as it whirls away in those blue ivory curls.
A hug, a caress, a touch...
of a second which seems so faint.
Yet to not have enough,
to uncouple the real and the feint.
All that is left here is echoes.
All that is left here is echoes.
Jan 4, 2022
Jan 4, 2022 at 10:21 PM UTC
A moment,
life flickers
like film
in a reel.
Rewound,
frame by
frame.
Today,
yesterday,
every day.
Happiness,
sadness,
every emotion
between.
Reel
runs out
cuts
to black.
May 10, 2021
May 10, 2021 at 4:14 PM UTC
Go where the road untangles and unfurls
by those cliff side views over those blue curls
lit only by those high beams off those white pearls.
Only sense of direction is the road ahead
no going back just only forwards instead
as going prevents drifting to the sea bed.
The white sea foam crashes amongst the shore
those high beams persist only for Salvadore
the light bends around the corner then no more.
May 9, 2021
May 9, 2021 at 1:58 AM UTC
Silence where words would be,
ignorance where understanding should be,
apathy where love could be.
May 6, 2021
May 6, 2021 at 12:53 AM UTC