#disappears
Beneath my laughs
She saw my tears
Then I look back
And she disappears
She had chiseled her name
Into my bones
Then left me astray
I am alone
Apr 1, 2021
Apr 1, 2021 at 9:55 AM UTC
The Shrinking Season
by Michael R. Burch
With every wearying year
the weight of the winter grows
and while the schoolgirl outgrows
her clothes,
the widow disappears
in hers.
Originally published by Angle. Keywords/Tags: schoolgirl, outgrows, clothes, widow, disappears, winter, time, shrinking, season, atrophy, emaciation, bone, loss
Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 5:12 AM UTC
To feel as though you'll never wake up
Your being chased
You lose the race
He holds you tight then disappears
That's truly a nightmare
Nov 8, 2018
Nov 8, 2018 at 9:31 AM UTC
I would travel around the universe
just to see you smile.
I would walk through hell
just to hear you laugh.
I would swim all of the oceans on this Earth
just to wipe away your tears.
Because all of my pain suddenly disappears
when you smile.
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 11:20 AM UTC
The minute I saw you after many years
I couldn't hold back my tears
Your voice plays as music in my ears
And the pain soon disappears
All my life, I've been living with fears
Thanks for bringing in more cheers
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 6:53 PM UTC
*What would I give for a nook and a book
to cuddle and snuggle and longingly look
the pages unfolding as I listened to
the babbling song of a fast flowing brook.
Oh, if it had pictures, a faraway place,
mysterious villains, a dark alley chase
I’d pick up the phone I’d call in sick
disappear in the mist, leaving no trace.
What would I do to be captured by words
impressed into service by pirates with swords,
adrift without wind, current silently slow
half crazed crew pacing the sun-baked dried boards.
Perhaps of an evening a stroll on the beach
salt, surf, and moonlight on ebony skin
passion full sated on cooling soft sand
last dream of the shanghaied seagoing men.
What would I give for a storybook nook
I’d offer it all the time that it took
to take me away to wherever it would
leave me enraptured by a murmuring brook.*
Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 9:18 AM UTC
Leaping light
Flashing fire
One moment he is gone
But to return
Suspended
Hanging
Then with a splash
Delightful play
He dives
And disappears
And we are left alone
And longing
1982
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 4:21 PM UTC