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So many “road stories”
from the Odyssey, and Kerouac, to Augustine.
Each rich in emotion and spirit
most of the stories
have the hero hitched to a fellow traveler
to bathe the soul in word and mood
to throb with the music.

I have recurring dreams.
I’m in a hotel looking for an elevator
can’t find my floor or room
or can’t find my car downtown.
I wander streets, and lots.
Are there road stories hidden in these dreams?

Why do I trip, fall
stay misplaced and lost
find only
transitory
destinations?
The depth of love
Takes my breath away
It is an ocean
An eternal ebb and flow
Serene yet perilous
It writhes under my skin
Pulses in my veins
Overflows my heart
Pours into my soul
Filling me with
The depth of love

©KNL
Love is overwhelming to me, always.
There are those who would say
That grief is love
Transcending time and space
Yet my love, my grief
Seem to coexist in a state of turmoil
Each writhing over the other
In a constant bid to be felt
Love digs holes in my heart
In which to live
Grief buries it
Stomps the seeds
Deep into earthen heart
Tears play a lament in the soil
Yet love sprouts
Finds its way back to the light
Dazzles grief with golden petals
Holds it with hands of leaves
Shares in the sorrows
Of that not yet lost
Realizes
They are one

©KNL
Grief and love are the two feelings that weigh the heaviest on my mind, at all times. Sort of like walking through a fog, towards a light that never goes out, but only gets farther away.
Jewels on black velvet
Lonesome moon

Hides
This is part two of a two part set of Tilus poems I finished recently.

Tilus Format:
The Tilus format has two stanzas.
First stanza two lines; second stanza one line
Six syllables in first line, three syllables in second line, and one syllable for final line
So 10 syllables total
Sunflower on azure
Clouds threaten

Rain
This is part one of a two part set of Tilus poems I finished recently.

Tilus Format:
First stanza two lines; second stanza one line
Six syllables in first line, three syllables in second line, and one syllable for final line
So 10 syllables total.
I used to choke
On flowery words
I could not bear
To rip the roots
From deep
In my throat
Yet I find now
That I have grown
Full fields of blooms
In my very chest
Only to pluck
Every single one
For you

©KNL
You are a door
That I have
Never been able
To open
In a house
That was falling
Long before
I was born
Maybe
The latch
Was broken
Maybe
You lost the key
A long time ago

©KNL
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