What She Look Like?
  
…Like one
tenderly hushing
water in her lap
Elemental peace
No place to go
No more to be
…Like the ocean
in the background
of a photo on a warm spring day
belying
rage
and the random possible
thrash--

out!

at all guilty ******* in her path
Toss in the next sentient soul
who should happen to pass
within range
who should have seen
who should have known
what a storm could do….

Moody in the aftermath
and sorrier than rain
With the tide in retreat
grumbling excuses
Hiding out waist-deep in dusk’s Merlot
Waiting for night to sleep it off

to heal the rifts
cleanse the shame

Rising
yellow, bright— and

“What the hell happened, here?!”

____


Her hair
a winter’s tragedy of trees
upside down—
No wait— the wind has put her right
to ragged random branches
swaying, wet with intermittent hues
of dark and silver
caught in collar, flying inelegant and free
at the shoulders of the levee
tossed and softening shyly
sagging jaw and nose a stump of tree
All perspective changes…

if you watch a while—

She’ll raise her eyes
into the sunset
to catch an eagle
entering
flight

…and then you might…

___

She looks like—
a pudgy robin
querying grass
mud soaked
that hides the fire of her breast
tugging at a worm
more than half her length
“I will feed them, **** you!
Give it up, you son of a snake!”
_____

...Don’t miss her hour of music though
for anything
Encroaching darkness
from the rooftops
she listens to the hearts she breaks

Remember this in winter
she can give but she will take
it out on February
when you’re longing
for her

there the bend is
the crook of the creek
the neck of the crane craning up
leg deep
fallen cypress's
their stumps jutting out
above the currents
and the moss clinging to
everything
where men go
at night to
jump in
where the minstrels play at dawn
in solemn currents
passive calls
and there I was baptized
saved
called upon
oh blackwaters
oh the glow oh the birds
beaks sighing so..

Silence
is sound
that comes between
sounds

It moves
upon the waters
between the waves
and is good

Do you hear it?

Entwined,
heavy with fruit,
she is suspended in time
Caught in a move
endlessly smooth,
her body winds up,
hugging the cold
pillars and walls,
stretching about,
reaching around
and out to the sky.

She can curve it
in every way
on a whim,
however she pleases
... and droplets will shine
on her body like lotion,
or jewelry, playfully teasing,
although frozen, the motion,
warm is her dance
in the hands of the sun
and the tickling breeze

Sun but
Snow?

Ah, cherry blossom

Falling like poppies

The voices in my head aren't real,
Real to my ears are the hisses and whispers
Whispers of who, as I turn around to see
See if there is someone, but no one besides me
Me and the silence are besties these days
Days pass and I hear same on alternative time
Time of the day mostly towards the noon
Noon goes by and night approaches soon
Soon after the sunset, all becomes calm
Calm as in, no hisses or whispers in surround
Surround of breezy moon filled night
Night of romance, full of love
Love of that whom I miss
Miss but its being too long since we spoke
Spoke last, few years back I remember
Remember all of the shatters you drowned me in
In the loneliest path, you left me to freeze...

.....Now I sit quiet and breath,
                   for my life is worthy and not just some shyt!!!


©sim