#lakeshore
Irises upon the hem
Of Spring
The moonlight waltzing
Like ballerinas
To our Loves lakeshore
Reynaldo Casison
Mar 10, 2025
Mar 10, 2025 at 11:13 PM UTC
as yesteryears
wake up
on track
though a
pamphlet of
Commonsense is
here someday
in Hollywood
and dire
amnesty wanes
on highway
stripes along
the east
coast of
Maine the
superior judge
of delphinium
Sep 30, 2020
Sep 30, 2020 at 12:31 PM UTC
Like the waters of a tide
Life swells and ebbs in moments
Of clarity
Lost in tangles of confusion
And frustration
As clear as the foggy lakeshore
On a stormy night
Aug 4, 2016
Aug 4, 2016 at 2:06 PM UTC
when we were young,
everything was bathed in sunlight;
we loved and we fought,
we thought we would live, strong,
forever.
summers spent on the shoreline,
waves lapping at our feet--
we'd walk the pier in the evenings,
jumping from rock to rock,
spiders being the tenants between the spaces.
and then we grew,
wild and reckless--
nights spent on drugs and ***
nights spent on choices made and regretted,
nights spent on violence and self-destruction.
our town darkened like the bags beneath our eyes.
the water doesn't shimmer in the light like it used to,
the stars don't shine like they used to.
the lights in the buildings flickered out,
windows boarded.
we don't go out at night like we used to.
we're all waiting to escape before we become
the next teenage suicide,
the next dearly-departed and gone-too-young.
we were all beaten and battered,
breaking each other's hearts,
begging for an out,
only to end up homesick
for a place we always hated.
the lakeshore was all we knew.
Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 10:52 PM UTC