I planted a rose in memory of you,
my hands worked the earth
tilling soil,
forgetting what they were doing
as teardrops fell.
The sun seemed too bright that day,
fresh roots prepared to anchor
in earth too perfect,
leaves too bright and thirsty
not withered like me.
Sad silver urn protecting remnants of you
surely that is not all that remains
a hand full of ashes,
"ashes to ashes, dust to dust"
has never rang so true.
I fertilize the graying soil with your ashes
planting white roses above you
thorns ***** my skin, I bleed,
me mixed with you
in the soil.
Today, a year from then, Winter is here,
looking out from my kitchen window
I see white flowers in bloom,
a tear escapes my eye
you in full blossom,
once more here with me.
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 11:28 PM UTC
I bore your burden
upon my shoulders,
thinking I alone could save you;
but you never really want saving,
from the start.
You relied on me
and I allowed it,
your selfish ways are now apparent,
dragging me down to be your saviour,
I was in denial.
My needs ended,
you became my martyr,
a guilty conscience, all consuming,
you feed me lies and used my ways,
to benefit you.
But now my eyes
are suddenly open,
I release your weight from my shoulders,
I leave you to your own awakening
or your own demise.
I bid goodbye
to an imposter
not to a friend, I thought I'd fostered.
I bid you well and hope that you discover
a simple fable like no other,
can help us cut the ties that bind...
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 11:25 PM UTC
She stands behind the bar
make-up plastered
thigh’s to large for
her mini skirt
All's quiet
the races are over
only the lonely
don't desert
She saunter's over
to the old man
Eyes hidden
beneath akubra worn
dog-eared
speckled dusty
he don't care that
the edgings torn
His glass empty
she auto refills
a new schooner
so it doesn't sour
he sips slowly
never gulping
saving his pennies
for the midnight hour
Slow music,
plays through the speakers
a bluesy feel
she wants to dance
but another customer
feeling thirsty
interrupts her
mellow trance
Final call
stools empty as they
race to the bar
for one last shout
She lock's the doors
clears the lines
then pours a drink
for herself
Midnight hour
all's empty
cool rooms hum
with rhythmic chimes
Lights off
she sits in darkness
just a lonely barmaid
at closing time
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 11:24 PM UTC
shall you fill the void
that continues to dissipate in
fields of marble stone
do you merit
untapped eulogies
and carved numbers
of tomorrow
do I sacrifice myself
to an intimacy
undiscovered
or quarantine myself
against death's
brutal amputation
everything,
even friendship
has a price to pay....
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 11:18 PM UTC
words spoken
yesterday
percolate
in sleepless
clouds
until morning
brews
filter bitterness
bringing about clarity..
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 11:17 PM UTC
she meets me in mirrors
and escapes from my eyes
she leaks from bathroom taps
in unwanted baptise
she lies heavily on my pillow
when at night I try to sleep
I wish for her to leave me
so I no longer need to weep
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 11:13 PM UTC
I walk with you
through fields
of thorn
my bare feet,
bleeding
bearing the
lesions
of Wednesdays
where your footsteps
ceased
no longer leaving
behind trails......
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 11:12 PM UTC
I don't want to put faith in love again
I keep my circle small now
choosing carefully,
deciding if they are worth
dying another death of my own.
I am afraid that once more death
shall steal them away
placing me in pews of hard wood
where pink tulips and white lilies
adorn caskets and tears fall.
I don't wish to write another eulogy
nor attend another wake, where yet again
we drown our sorrows in shot glasses
and feigned smiles.
I have reached an age where friends fall from trees
like brown leaves in autumn
my circle shrinks slowly, my days grow greyer
and I just don't want to feel this pain any more....
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 11:07 PM UTC
Your fingers mourned
in grey hues of regression
veins saturated by
malignant execution
We spoke final words
of love and sorrow
for there was no chance
of another tomorrow
Your pulse now peals
a toll of liberation
away from this pain
and cruel devastation
I shall weep for your hour
and what it reminds
your chime now silenced
by mortality's binds
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 11:05 PM UTC
moon pulls the traveller
along sea beds and tides
cloaked from adversity
in black ink disguise
an uncurling of limbs
leave us all in a trance
she moves with pure grace
in her hypnotic dance
amputations of limbs
embrace freedom in kind
regeneration of self
leaves old paths behind
Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 12:44 AM UTC