remote control lives
just skipping all life's moments
what were we watching

shadows disappear
like dreams end as bells strike twelve
when lights allowed in

"And you,
my dear lady,
are the poem.
I just give it voice."

Oh, little lost girl.
You have walked;
Left footprints in
Barren soil and
Scorching sand;
Traversed legions
Of unpaved land.

You found beauty
In all of this pain;
When your bones
Kept breaking and
Left trails of blood
On every stone -
You’d step again.

You always step again.

the game is over,
chess pieces all, put away.
yet the mind plots moves!

I find myself chasing the tail of the meteor that was once my rock.

Because even streetlights
can look like dandelions,
if the windows
are foggy enough.

Small words can slice deep

©  2019 Jim Davis