Can the Universe call out, entice
Demand?
Is there a feminine thread, of life
Growing
Do the sands of time park curbside
Mounded into moments into road-side stalls
Into Markets to haggle the existence
Of love
A sip, to taste, to close my eyes and replace
The crashing global shore over the remnants
Of culture and edifice
Outside, in this open air cafe
The caffeinated steam
Presses up to anticipation
A planet contemplates
The Universe
Still, at last, at longingly forever
She waits, in the glowing sea
A rising among the vast sheen
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 8:21 PM UTC
Which of us will be the last to recall
The cold colors of ***** splashing
Through the dunes on breezes
Lit by twilight ends of summer hours
Burning still the sands
The rasping grass chorus
Laid silent, together, under the skies of our youth
Which of us will call out the scream of
That screen door, banging
More frequently than the distant crashes of surf
Nerves tensed as dry and brittle
As those great grasses, ceaseless through day and through
night
We never thought about such things
Before the years called back to us
As mocking as the gulls'
Insistent bravado
Laughter turned to tears
To swoop away
Empty
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 7:49 PM UTC
The words left altogether.
Thoughts and feelings, memories divided.
Discrepancies voluntary.
Deceit the ring
Around the foundling’s mare, to ride the darkness
Of the approaching storm.
Thunder heads rolling
Behind angry cloud banks.
Spitting sparks.
Angry,
Divisive showers.
The universe showed me once how to smile despite myself.
A garden amongst stone.
An illumination in the downpour.
I looked again today and history became the mirror.
The reflection of a purpose restrained.
Less crafted
Than yielded, of the moment, in relativity.
I feel the blankness of shock.
I feel the depth of the night
Spent away from the one I love.
And yet I crackle with life.
Reset
Dec 18, 2013
Dec 18, 2013 at 8:05 PM UTC