I, when not in motion
Dread being caught in such state
For it is then that my words
And stagnant truths
Do so collect around me
Reminding, all my thoughts
Passed attempts do pool
All progress seems useless
As the lack of purpose continues

Do these waters grow thicker
Efforts then slow as I thrash about
Desperately in search of distraction
As my means of moving on.
Repressed as this is I know
It saves me from drowning
Beneath these pools
my thoughts and closure
Being without you

I am older
No longer strangled by
blinded naivete
with a smudge
of silly
embracing the white
invasion
in every crevice
of my body
I am a glacier
receding into
the extinction of Me
Now that I am closer
to the fervent void
I will savor
this child free air
a crone and a mystery
to thee

Now only the heavy stickiness of sadness
adheres to her lips
she tastes bitterness
where once she tasted the
warm concoction
that was Love
she wipes her fingers
across her face
still hungry

The now is
the call
live, live well
before the last nightfall--

breathe, breathe deeply
winter ushers in the bitter pall #
when the farewell -song has been sung
nothing's left for the heart to ever recall

Demons and drudgery
Goblin skullduggery
Monday curmudgeonly
Wake to dismay
Have to wait
For another weekend
To complain
To carouse
And impart
What I can not explain
In a text
To the me
Reading back
In the future
When I loop it back
Like a needle thread suture
To mend open wounds
And remind me of times
I was still bleeding out
These palliative rhymes