Her:
All has happened before
My dear
Perhaps
many many before befores.
Patterns always repeat.
Rewind.
Replay.
She:
But where is the Record button?
Surely it must be here.
Someplace.
Somewhere.
Must be.
May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 2:06 PM UTC
As the world returns
to 'go' again
and silent spaces
resume their noise
Questions query whether
wise or foolish
to so proceed
to open house?
Foresight
drips along,
seamless cloudy
be the forecast,
So quite unable
to perceive
beyond the morrow.
Only hindsight holds the insight
And
always
always
comes too late.
May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 6:12 PM UTC
What you say?
no sense
in mumble-words
Can’t find the way
knowing not
where to fly
Or
perhaps
just too tired
to decipher
the what you say
and the silence
of what you don’t say
Apr 21, 2020
Apr 21, 2020 at 4:57 PM UTC
So she pondered:
have I given up
will I wake the morrow
wishing I hadn't?
the spark darkened
the weariness conquering
slipping me
into that blank space
with no walls
no windows
no doors
just empty
Apr 19, 2020
Apr 19, 2020 at 8:07 PM UTC
Twist and turn
now don’t you burn
jus’ moved so quick
felt loved-sick
Didn’t know
that one kiss
would be so missed
Now left
wondering
‘bout the hurt
‘n the burn.
Apr 17, 2020
Apr 17, 2020 at 5:59 PM UTC
Try do I
Not to remember. Not to sad. Not to cry.
But on occasion,
when the sky blue blossoms
with sunshine’s warmth
Memory slips her sweet arms 'round me
And I feel again…
the beauty of dune grass
tufted on white sand dunes,
Mother ocean
singing in her rhythmic roar,
crashing her surf up
on the sand.
Beautiful.
Beautiful to tears.
The so-so-much
of you
I miss.
Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 3:20 PM UTC