Tangled strands
In grey matter
I thought it was you,
Them
Deeply embedded
Eternal threading through
No matter how many cuts
I made
“This is just part of me, I guess”
I said at last
Half-believing, hands shining
Patient and surgeon
But it wasn’t you. Or them. Not really.
Tangled strands
Memories made patterns
Which imprinted in grey matter,
Stuck
But these strands
Handled with care
Unravel and turn to wisps
Which, floating,
Take their leave,
Leaving untangled remembrance.
Free.
Jul 2, 2021
Jul 2, 2021 at 1:30 PM UTC
They peek in the window,
Then try the lock,
But they don't really need
My permission
Heaviness of limb
And a room seeped of color.
My brain is my tomb,
Until it's not
I never know
When next they'll return,
Demanding, not asking,
For the keys
Aug 16, 2020
Aug 16, 2020 at 7:05 PM UTC
I was never one to wonder
About a lover under cover
My heart burst for you and I didn't want another.
We jumped in, head first,
As people like us do
My heart beat for you.
I thought you knew.
Jan 30, 2020
Jan 30, 2020 at 8:26 PM UTC
Sitting where we stood,
There was no crackle in the air.
The colors were dull,
The room diminished, flat.
Or maybe that was just me.
The smiles seemed muted, in my half-spectral state, but to be fair, how can one trust what's only half seen?
Dec 9, 2019
Dec 9, 2019 at 6:06 PM UTC
Hands,
Brown, slender, strong
Are not the ones that caress me
Hair,
Dark, curly, boyish
Is not the kind I smooth
Eyes,
Deep, earnest, yearning
Are not the ones I wake to
One half the sentiment is there
But the dreams--
Vivid, honest, longing--
Are not what greet me with the day
What on earth do I do with that?
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 6:13 PM UTC
Here we are, another bend in the road
But don't worry about turning it.
For if you look back,
If you try to catch a glimpse,
It's there with a little twinkle in its eye
And a mischievous grin,
Waving goodbye and waving you forward,
Bouncing around the echo chamber.
Your hand is held.
It's an old friend now,
Didn't you know?
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 3:36 PM UTC
Longing, I am always longing
Reaching back and reaching forward,
from paths I've already tread to those
still whispering in my mind,
I clutch each to my breast-
steeped in nostalgia, wreathed in magic-
thrilling until I should die from the ache
Longing for stories and other worlds
To sip of the potion
To pull humming, throbbing reality
from shimmering mind
To build and then climb
Longing for what was and what could be
I remember the crisp November leaves
by the side of the road
The voice of a bygone friend after
so much time
The glimpse of a dream, still living
Each memory and vision piercing deep
Longing, longing, thrilling
But why?
Aug 14, 2017
Aug 14, 2017 at 5:25 PM UTC
A look back
And it is gone.
No, not vanished,
But softened
A color meld.
The vivid paint
That dripped and ran
Now blended
With the hues that
Came before.
Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 5:58 PM UTC
In a blink
It is no longer one day
But thirty-one.
All these numbers,
Wearying in their count,
Are shadows that have grown long
Ah, a blink
How much more it is than that,
For it contains
All the deepest
Sorrows and budding joys
Of the days for which it speaks
But, a blink it remains
Quickly over, quickly gone
Though you bear the marks
Of the shadows grown long
So, a blink
Then the bed begins to feel
Normal again.
Mem'ry softens
And cacophony dims
In the darkness that lay behind
Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 5:59 PM UTC
There is hardly a worse phrase
Or a worse feeling
Than day one
It is heavy, like a rock
swallowed whole;
An interrupted clock
Re-wound, reset
For what seems the
Hundredth time
Day one since…
It echoes in the mind,
A painful peal reverberating
Through the cavernous halls
Of the heart –
Newly empty
Empty, save the wine
Spilled by guests
Who left too soon
Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 5:19 PM UTC