drifting slowly out to sea
lost in this vast ocean
that separates you and me
crashing against the waves
of tired and used i love yous
we struggle through the days
fighting to keep today afloat
gasping between tomorrows
and bitterness of yesterdays
evoking choking in our throats
will we learn to swim together
or just drown in one another

am i solidly so-so sane
am i slightly in-all insane

a sweet and sour, salty, bitter stanza

anaphora, alliteration, rhyme and meter
spiced-up with macerated metaphors
slant rhymes stirred in a one cup measure

chopped, cut, creamed or cored

i guess i am...

a tablespoon of solidly so-so sane
a teaspoon of slightly in-all insane

a roast with a zest of relished craziness
a marinating mustard mix of uniqueness

i guess i am only simply me
an originally homemade recipe

In Quebec’s quiet winter wee
A season’s joyful jubilee
Crafted mid cliffs towering tall  
Sculptures sitting in silent awe

Glistening gems grown from sea spree
Blue-blush hushed by green-glow glee
Fascinating formed frozen freeze
Sketched a skillful sibylline sprawl
In Quebec’s quiet winter.

A sublime sight stunning to see
Until spring summons the flow free
Tuning it to a fast free fall
A raging race, a roaring wrawl
Go gaze and kneel at nature’s knee
In Quebec’s quiet winter.

my love-parched lips ****** in the poison water from your well of lies quenching the wails of my thirsty soul

you enraptured me
cleaved me with your claws

left me specter-like
destroyed, deadened, desolate

a rotting skeleton tree crumbling in the raging rain
straining against my bitter crime of still loving you

scattered at my feet are the grimy scraps of withered leaves
lingering, last remnants of you

in FURY,
i fiercely try to kick you away

the gusty gale gyres you within its blustery breath
killing the echoes of my "I love yous"

offering up to me one silenced second

while in the distance an agitated river loudly roars
"you love him still"

and the heartened moon vanishes from the sky
leaves behind but darkness

but me

a tenuousness, teary night