Every road
Every path
Every step
Led me to you.
Now
Every road
Every path
Every step
Leads me away.
Nov 19, 2020
Nov 19, 2020 at 4:51 AM UTC
Where does a snowflake end
And the snowpack begin?
One assumes the individuality of the snowflake is conserved
But I watch it disappear within moments of contacting the others.
Is that what will happen to me?
Nov 19, 2020
Nov 19, 2020 at 4:47 AM UTC
You always kept me waiting
and your skiving left me blue...
I stopped creating a masterpiece
because I was painting it for you.
Nov 10, 2020
Nov 10, 2020 at 3:35 AM UTC
A glimmering white stone flickered
in the depths of a murky snow melt pool
tucked behind a mess of brambly bushes
and surrounded by pine.
A man stepped into the frigid water
His handsome reflection (distorted by ripples) drew closer
as he reached in and plucked the stone from the muddy floor.
By inspection he noted its apparent imperfections
that hadn’t been visible from the surface
It was wrapped in cracks that had filled with dirt and grime.
“I thought you were perfect.”
He grumbled with dismay
and began picking the dirt from the cracks with his fingernails
which themselves became ***** and ragged from the effort.
He cursed and pulled a brush from his bag
And began to incessantly scrub.
The brush made the surface of the lustrous stone shine brilliantly
Yet seemed to force the dirt deeper into the cracks
So he reached for a needle
And began sliding it through,
scraping the stubborn grime.
His face wrinkled in acrimonious disgust
when his needle broke against it.
“I cannot enjoy a stone so riddled with undesirable scars!”
He scoffed
“I will find a better stone elsewhere,
One that is clean and pure.”
And he tossed the stone back into the pool.
( ( ( ((plop)) ) ) )
Years later, a wanderer covered in scratches and dirt
stepped softly to the pool
and bent down for a much needed drink.
The stone dimly peeked from under a layer of silt and slimy algae.
He curiously reached in
and pulled it from the mud.
Rolling it over in his hands, he smiled and sighed
“Oh, beautiful stone
Once without contusions
but now weathered by the world.
You have survived trauma and time,
Yet still shine
so magnificently.”
He brought the stone toward his heart
and continued over the mountain pass,
Smiling pleasantly at the storm ahead.
Oct 21, 2020
Oct 21, 2020 at 3:56 AM UTC
The surrounding crowd rocked into us
Knocked into us
But we sweetly swayed
Like two soft rose petals riding the wind
Our collision was a soft embrace.
Oct 21, 2020
Oct 21, 2020 at 2:13 AM UTC
A forced, facsimiled smile
crept upon my weary face
to help construct the wall between us
although its design is in poor taste.
It’s as if mankind colluded
albeit leaving out few and far between
to create a solipsistic kingdom ruled by masks
while truth lay dormant in the unseen.
Should I shatter the aporia
That occludes our interaction
Or propitiate the insipid bond we share
to neither of our satisfaction?
**** I need some coffee.
- - - —— - - - —— - - -
Oct 21, 2020
Oct 21, 2020 at 2:04 AM UTC
You were woven into my dreams
and still are
the rain trickling down the windshield of the van
and the grey light shining through the dream-catcher.
... ... ...
I couldn't determine
your true wants and needs
so I thought best to give you
what I felt in my dreams.
Apr 3, 2020
Apr 3, 2020 at 6:52 PM UTC
Passing fermented elixir
eyes lit with understanding
and sharp with interest,
the friends exchanged conversation
beating to the rhythm of their hearts.
Candle glow danced on their faces
Under the infinite zenith they
Whispered sweet aphorisms into each other’s ears
sprinkling giggles across the otherwise sleepy silence.
Voracious lips rode the edge of continence
causing delicate beads of sweat to coruscate
in the glow of the stars.
Mar 16, 2020
Mar 16, 2020 at 3:28 PM UTC
Melancholy monologue of times long gone
Promises of won’t be long
Dark fluffs swollen with imminent rain fall
brushing delicate fingers through grass
tickling out whispers of I miss you and please come back
Mar 16, 2020
Mar 16, 2020 at 3:24 PM UTC
You were my mate
Running through the wild with me
Like two wolves eternally bonded.
Every time there was a rift between us
I trusted you to come back
And you always did
But this time is different.
This time I am calling across the valley for you
But there is no sound coming back
Not even the echo of my own longing cries
Only a despairing silence that rings my ears
And a frigid wind that blows through my heart
I keep thinking you will come through the trees,
To lean against me once more
Every crack of a twig I turn in hopeful anticipation
Only to see my shadow
without yours by its side.
Mar 16, 2020
Mar 16, 2020 at 3:22 PM UTC