My brain no longer thinks in poetic lines,
Nor my heart.

My heart thinks in colors and sounds,
My brain does too.

I think I'm nearing a hiatus.
And that's okay.

Window Sill Weepings

Draped as a curtain of silk disbelief
Tied back emotions lie still on the wall
Blocking the sunlight to pause in relief
Collections of dust form in spite of it all

Streaks hold the fingerprints bound of the day
Smeared in designs of a weakened refrain
Window sill weepings with nothing to say
Magnified teardrops add depth to the pain

Transparent wishes once hidden from view
Wait in the darkness this side of the dawn
Boarded up portals now moistened of dew
Nothing to see ever since you are gone

Sea breeze carrying scents
From foreign fields.
Blossoming sympathies reaching
Out over the fences of Lafayette
Cemetary.
Forest breath rustling leaves with
Faint animal musk and the
Serenity of centuries.
Still nothing smells quite like a
Young woman; bare feet and towel
Draped- fresh from
Shower
Passing.

I waste not a lamb's tailshake
On yearning; missing someone

That was -but isn't.
Life is too short to dance
With yesternight's attention.

I waste not one thought;
One tear;
One sliver of regret
On something that ended for
Something.

I love now.
As forever as Universe.

So what shape is love?
Is it circular and hollow in the centre?
Vacant and vacuous.
Perhaps it's square with sharp edges.
Keep catching yourself.
Making you ooze trickling blood.
Maybe it's rhomboid,
In the shape of headless female form.
Limbs intact, a matter of balance.
A diamond of course.
Will love cut glass?
Sure it will, it's edges are fierce.
Matters not what shape it is, it hurts.
(C) Livvi

Excuse me,
We are from completely different
cultures, regions and lifestyles,
but I am interested in your life.

~


In echoed voice I shall shout the truth
beyond waning sunsets with colorful smiles
and fields of snow covered poppies in blooming dance,
waving at me in the breeze like they know me…maybe they do

Standing here above all else,
feeling taller than I should (but small in the grand scheme of things)
builds a certain strength in my heart…
energizes this tired, worn out man with new life

Breathing the altitude’s winter’d air,
a rush of splendor entices a gleam in my eye
For whatever beauty I may see, there is always you
and I can truly look nowhere else

I have climbed this peak, fought the terrain, the cold,
clawed and scraped on this wondrous day,
so that the world below, humming their own tunes,
meandering like ants, performing their duties oblivious to all

Would hear what I am about to say…
As it is in this moment of stillness,
this peaceful serenity that I conquer my fears, eyes wide open
pulse racing in fevered flow as…anticipation swells

Taking a deeper breath burns my lungs, but in a good way
as I move two steps closer to the edge, gather my balance
and shout from this apex of the world…
“I love you”…in hopes these harmonic echoes find your ears