If I could hide, and leave behind The shadows of my yesterdays, The sun would find a rested mind Exploring all the nooks, and ways Along the coastline of the sea; Away from all the urgency I'd stop to look where nothing was And smile a little, just because
A moment tinged with wariness, A sense that danger’s coming near; A feeling that she can’t express, A vague, but unrelenting, fear – She sees a face she loves and knows: Her sister smiling, drawing close, So tries her unnamed dread to stay And meet her sister’s fiancée
We wake and rouse the sound to life; A dressed-up, masquerading scream That pushes on us fear, and strife, And buries us in enthymeme — We do this without cause or force, For news is noise, and noise (of course) Reminds us we’re all in the trough, And truth, most days, can go sod off
The salt air in your nostrils, as The waves lap out their lullaby; The soul that is, is one that has A right to give up on the “why” For maybe, it’s not ours to know. It will, it must, it needs be so — The way we feel, but cannot guess, A pattern that … Continue reading "Rispetto By The Water"
The first time that I saw her there I had to kind of catch my breath — To fall so hard seemed so unfair: Another day, another death — But then I saw her looking back: The days came wild, I lost track — A look that turned into a life, And hope that turned … Continue reading "A Hope"
The porpoise may become a shark, If we don’t have our species right; Because she loved him in the dark, She thought she knew him in the light She thought she knew; she felt so strong – But love gone left is simply, wrong, And hollow is the memory That now is tinged with treachery … Continue reading "Heartbroken"
Astrogony she’s studied long: The origins of worlds and stars — The heavens greet her with a song In timeless mystic reservoirs A dance among celestial climes, The peace that comes at end of times, She climbs to heaven on a string, A girl in love with everything (“Astrogony” (as·trog·o·ny) – the theory of the … Continue reading "Astrogony"
I asked you once why you were sad; You said that it was nothing, then. Then life turned more than slightly mad, And I lost track of you, my friend. But now, I know the load you bore; That you kept there, behind a door, The hidden life you showed to none, Although I wish … Continue reading "I Asked You Once"
Around the way, out on his lawn, Precision the result of sweat; In bright mid-day, or maybe dawn, A laborer in silhouette — But years will go – and came a day He had to go around the way, And now, his lawn, to one like me, Is overgrown with memory