Mark H Fitzpatrick

Mark H Fitzpatrick Oct 2020

monster

after the wars
we drowned in
the thrum of
******* light
& broken beams

you held up a
word & I could
not guess to
whom you had
given your life

I only knew we
had drifted apart
& the monster I
am dangles limp
from your jaws

Mark H Fitzpatrick Aug 2020

city flowers

asleep in shades
of singing low this
porch lit drink of
what-happened whispers
arranged on the sill
like city flowers
under my bed
but each time I ask
the moon replies with
water creatures & stones
so I keep scrubbing
for gold knowing life
is worth the squeeze

Mark H Fitzpatrick Aug 2020

garden fire

small windows blink back
the faint breath of ice

a touch

a twinge

a fire in the garden
hurled by autumn
winds whipping bends
through mountain clouds
sparking too-bright
to think

that something
could be wrong

or missing

or more than
we deserve

Mark H Fitzpatrick May 2020

waves

emerald waves swirl
concentric & gilded
like a life cut short
by swallows caring
not for great loves
nor drowning sigh
of magic once spun
by sprites among
willow wands &
marigolds wise
enough to know
our thoughts are
just sounds that
taste of the urge
to do otherwise

Mark H Fitzpatrick May 2020

peace

emperor maples signpost ghost-roads
down which eyes flow cold as lights
glassing an inner field of kindness
& storms flavored by leaves sculpted
in the silent snow of last good-byes
& the perfect peace of knowing even
this cannot come between us

Mark H Fitzpatrick May 2020

the rules

words make beauty,
they also make cages

desire has no end,
except where poems
stop & songs begin

the goal can’t be reached,
only savored

cobras spit,
watch out for that

it will be over
too soon

& most important:

the sky is a trick
of distance, your
lover is not

Mark H Fitzpatrick Apr 2020

priceless

the scale
weighs heavy
with havoc
& hazard

you twinkle
& laugh

no price
too great
for one
more moment