longing for completion
and redemption,
floating upon waves of uncertainty
and false pride,
this hollow heart of mine
is singing to the illusion
that lingers within me, hoping
that one day clarity might find
shelter within these walls…
so lost am I!
so lost to the changing tides,
and time that doesn’t stop ticking,
and seasons that blossom and grow
only to fade away and die…
what is left but dust and ash?
who will trace my name upon those
heavenly pages within the sky?
Tag: poet
Letting go
i shrug the night from
my shoulders
looking instead to what burns
bright upon the morning-
losing, leaving behind,
letting go
these pieces of past
that lingered like broken glass
upon the road-
my feet are free from those bits
of memory that dogged them so…
yet, while the sun may rise again
into this unfolding path of light,
i remain still within the quiet
of what held me fastened,
to appreciate the beauty
that resides within the painful
lessons leveraged upon
my soul
and just for a moment i find
that peace
in accepting it all
and letting go
lying
the distance between us is too far
for my eyes to see; though i search
through my mind to find that one
deciding factor that would bring
memories back to life
while my body lies, slowly dying,
words sunken into eyes that are too
tired to see anymore
and you, standing beside, waiting like
a vulture for yours- now after all
this time
how can this be that you would rip
the heart from me while I lay
destitute upon this smoldering
ground, a wreckage of a human
being, though still you play…
and i’m too salty to fight for more
than just one more embrace-
“you fool!” I say… though in truth,
i’m the one lying
transition
a mighty wind blows
and voices of change
haunt this graveyard
of the past, like bits of
stolen memory
from long ago…
as i walk amid these
newly carved gravestones,
as the moon full of
what’s been closed lights
the change before me,
i linger between the past
and the future
breathing in what is to be…
for there’s nothing now but
holes dug into the ground
of my faulty memory…
so i linger now
beneath this moon
of change
and await the oncoming
transitions
approaching winter
i will speak no more
of flowers and songbirds,
the youthful hue has fallen
and winter’s bane, cold to touch
metallic to taste, fills now
these thoughtful days…
scurrying squirrels know what
approaches
as this cold wind turns
and now as darkness approaches
i gird my soul for the oncoming cold
hoping this fire i’ve built will
sustain me
change
the earth is moving
and all that was, will be no
more,
and all that i am is melting
like snow upon the mountainside-
changing to be reborn this
soul
finds solace in the ever loving
divinity of peace and acceptance
as the wind rustles the leaves
and the rain cleans the summer
soaked concrete
and all that was once brown and
weathered will fall away
to be replaced by green again
eternal moments
flowing flames of burning candles
dance upon this heart,
newly awakened from dark and
fitful slumber to find songs
of love playing upon harp strings
in the distance…
And all that was once muddled within
the dusty corners of thought
shine like rainbow filled diamonds
upon the eternal moments
divined for secret quiet
book pages
book pages, old and smelling
of mildew and decay,
line this heart with
unknown conclusions…
once printed beyond the stars,
i linger now and await
what words might unfold
themselves
as the scenario of time plays-
and all that I once thought I knew
about character development
lies wasted at my feet;
i’ve lost the plot thread now
and there’s just no going back
to reread the pages
so hovering about, waiting for
the page to turn, for the plot to
reveal itself, this heart silently
stands by, with bated breath, for
the next chapter
shirtsleeve
hidden emotions inconveniently
emerge upon this heart’s sleeve
throbbing , beating, bleeding
dripping away in a red
fury until all that can be seen
is this spot of fever
almost ancient in disease
there’s no hiding the swell,
the absolute certainty
that overtakes all else,
until what remains is but a
vision, a version, of self
doused in emotion’s flame
set on devouring itself…
this public display, this shirtsleeve,
this pain that cannot be helped
it’s never ending, never quiet, never
lost … but lingers still sometimes
hidden , sometimes for the world
to see, red and raw and ready
to bleed
sheets of blue
A spot of light illuminated
This sheer window dressing
Just before dawn
And all that was awoken
By the golden energy
Lives on; though transformed
Now into a sheet of blue
As sun rises upon the sill
Of memory
And nothing remains of what
Was but snippets of images
That linger within this heart
Haunting daylight with vestiges
Of night
the SIBYL'S SONG 