In the blink
of an eye
they became
like earth and moon
So close,
yet
so far away.

She was a symphony;
beautifully composed.
But he did not know
how to play the
chords.

He was a soldier
who did not carry
a weapon.
Yet she could feel
a thousand bullets
pierce through
her heart.

- n. ib

Echoes overcast sunrises  
mourning lights evaporation.

A curtain of sorrows collect
                    on the pavement

Still Life with Ant Poison

A summer’s dusk, a rustic garden bench
Deep-weathered from the cycles of seasons and years
And burdened with those homely implements
Beloved of the philosopher-gardener:

Clay pots at rest after nursing young plants
An old birdhouse in need of repair, a trowel
A pair of old cloth gloves, a watering can
A cylinder of painful death for ants

And for the old philosopher’s Vespers
An inch
             (or two)
                           of therapeutic single-malt