Ann Beaver

Ann Beaver Jan 2016

"Things haven't been the same."
Years of dead flowers,
Of looking away,
Of tear stained pillows
Yearning living may
Just be the death of me
I could see if she let me
You could be if you let you
Let me down easy
Let me down slowly
I'd watch you go
Just to imagine you
Coming

Back

Ann Beaver Dec 2015

Feather

Run away with you
To you
Through you
I'm invisible

Down a tunnel
Light as a feather
But, oh, you stick to me so
Think about whether
You could love me as
I do
You.
You
The gold of every sunrise
You
The reason I live
And the reason I die

Dec 2015

JL

Cup

Born
The 7th son
I steer
Ever
Toward
The deep
Yet
Jagged rocks
Splinter
All thought
What bliss
This loneliness
Compels
An old way
Yet untamed
By and by
A thousand
Meters
Of coast
Encompasses my
Throat
Leveled
By the drink
I Await
My body
Human flotsam
Jettisoned
O'r starboard
Eons ago
Swallowed salt water
Ever hotter
Listening to waves
And gulls spell my name
Young ensign of fate
Breathing
Cyclic and finite
A novel storm
Looms
On the horn
On the cliffs

*adrift

Ann Beaver Dec 2015

small talk

Sit here a second
Just in time
put him to bed
With a rhyme.
Silence is all thats ever said
So
I think about asking
But think about pain instead.

This needs work or talent. Or both.

Ann Beaver Dec 2015

Path

Beat the drum
Steady.
Fall into place
Whenever you're ready.
Trip on a pen
Land through a spear
I wasted my youth
Chasing the near
In this bathtub

Stand again.

Wanting to live
For paint that never stays
For not knowing the path
But going anyways

Ann Beaver Dec 2015

Damage

Fear radiates lackluster
And holds my hand
Instead of you
You - damage,
A heatwave.
Ravage
Your bones. A feather.
Kind and savage
A severed tether.

Ann Beaver Dec 2015

Blind

Stop sign
Blink red and gone
Speed past. All in
The heat of a song
Balanced. Calling,
am I blind
Or is this good?
Stop sign
Is the mood.