Light unloosens itself. Space slackens.
A figure of a shadow I have conjured before
anonymous eyes. Lapping up the waiflike bleakness
of their elliptical faces.

                               I must teach the trees to let go
of autumn, and relegate spryness to the hearth
of cold without merit, this slow, claiming mutiny
with its face-oval peering through windows multiplying
lovelessly, a crunch of a leaf, suchlike, flourishing
in peerless company. Before me, the sound of footfall
preparing to make sense, a rotunda of bell – that movement
of somebody done for, so ****** the scald welt of ******,
the belch of the world like a pore clearing its squalor.
Or the toppled verdigris of gull.

    Autumn’s greater extension, the abeyance, smilingly
a facsimile of crowds – its roads adorned with laburnum
singeing through the morning’s cauldron, a waft of bald terrain
inflamed, drawing with absence
      a crippled drip of rain back into the world’s dim address.

angels glimpse
spryness

of mirthful eyes
and volcanic cheeks

as puffy snowballs leap
about

chatoyant eyes glide
side to side

halcyon hands stroke
chalkboard hue

erasing frenetic world
prowling paws stir

snippets of serenity
beautiful dreams

shyness sheltered
in nuzzled fur

~ sadness scurries ~
purr of laconic

loneliness of
an only child

Kim Rodrigues © 2017

Long and due a fork?
Overt in a handful of beauty
Charisma to tell a wishful whose to work
Mutual to our beset advances on youth?

Music in the name of causes, contrary...?
Marriage in a mundane eye, to enliven
A portrayal's party, caring but for a mention staring
The welcome tout of good graces is for out, a history trying

A road to heed, that remembers you, with a light
Taken to travail, to ensconce a sought justice included
With a sign, to realize the count of impression we might
A jovial response to an age old question, is spite alluded?

Will my closest friend begin with a spirit or a sword?
When a day has become a dream, that selects honor for a shadow?
Like a door with triumph's observe, is ambition a finality to yesterday's accord?
With the smile of values that we found for a spryness, is seldom a mindful bastion to imply hours, soul...

Here is that world you ordered, with the grace to kind
A place and pleasance to acquire the faring notion, of otherwise land
To adjust to a needy light, that has come and gone with reasons worth the liberty to find
In a careful house, that sleeps with an angel, waiting until death's hand...

So the answer is, us
Got tomorrow on a plate, on the road, in the rain, and in our underwear...
Time for you, is to do something besides a spoil of discussion?
Wholly, worldly affairs and the smile is to prove, to where?

Before you answer, and make a mint the only game in town
Was a shared first to secrecy and at last, a stone redeemed
The walls are tall, and legend mighty, for a little more known
Than a character's sate, we have at least, a hand to secure a wishful meaning...