Your image is poetic
With shapes, and lines, and curves
You had me flushed with fever
Stumbling on my words
I was a nonbeliever
Thinking it absurd
That I could be the sort of person
That you most preferred

He could disappear like magic
Out of sight and mind
He could disappear completely
Or just listen and unwind
To the sounds that fill the room
The whispers and the things assumed
About he who left us way too soon
To morph inside a big cocoon
Then spread his wings and fly
But my question still, is why?
Why vanish to the stars
While we’re in traffic in our cars
You could be halfway to Mars
Or not nearly at all

Around a jar there’s an eternity
Of endless grains of sand
With water flowing from the jar
Dousing the dry land
Though visually misleading
The world contracts and expands
Which could be the final factor to the detriment of man

I wished the best of luck
To the ego of the duck
That waddled past the hunters by the day
His luck was running short
As hunting is a sport
That any fool with a gun can play
He lasted pretty long
Before a bullet came along
That sent this poor ducks ego across the bay
It doesn’t pay to strut
Then take one in the gut
Instead, duck your big fat head
And run away

Stored deep inside my memory bank
Are my memories of her
A reconstructed cocktail
You need only to stir
To jostle my brain
The despair and the rage
And render it clear
From anymore pain
Remembering the good
A smile, a wink
And a good conversation
That made me think
Her caring, her kindness
The love of my life
Taken too soon
And just doesn’t feel right

Damp dew on a spider‘s web
Waiting for the sun to rise
In order to catch the insects
With the element of surprise
The works been done
The traps been set
Without much thought
Without regret
Just a silky fiber net
To capture all its prey

It’s been long understood
The color of blood
Soaks in the stems and in leaves
Without a doubt
I’m with or without
Putting out more than I receive
What’s living in fear
Each layer, each year
Focuses more and achieves
Until time runs out
Then back to the ground
Buried, without somewhere to be