HEALING WOUNDS

this road that road   it’s the forgot of what there was to forget   a place a room, shallow, deep, a pillow of dreams   the opening of seasons living in the river of today, reflecting away the ordinary   fighting against “instead” without slipping into madness where broken wings turn to rags, but … More HEALING WOUNDS

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FAVORITE CHAIR

day breezes become captured in the coolness, welcomed through open windows stirring stained restless curtains at days end and nights beginning   star carpets and a moon face stare down onto rooftops with their forever light slipping around branches to my favorite chair at meadows edge    

BROKEN HEARTED

the window foretold outside weather   changing winds brushed summer from blue skies   fragrances reclined as flowers unfolded, releasing their seeds fulfilling the promise to return like dreams even for the broken hearted  

HAUNTING

I see a remembrance shadow in most places catching my breath holding me hostage to the step,   the sound familiar, unchanging from the before and the after,   moving within the circle,   smoothly rolling under stars and smiles from a moon as I walk into night quiet

SINGLE LIGHT

a back stairway beyond stars and night clouds   cracked stone steps rise to a stained faded door half screen the other part wood singing with rust when opening and failing to close when shut   gazing up the ascending stairs there’s a light at the end of a twisted cord swinging like a dead … More SINGLE LIGHT

A TOUCH OF MEMORY

tall pines line the side of the road to the shoreline where rocks lay scattered, black and gray, smooth from millennial washing   it’s a place held tight to the chest, spoken of only in memory when skies are alive with color and few words are spoken   but night remembers  

JUST ME

solitary,   being alone when surrounded,   mourning without tears,   reliving the past while believing the first words of the relationship can be repeated   remembering when pockets were full of sun and moon reflecting the glass of a calm ocean as birds swarmed overhead proving miracles did exist

CORNER SAFE

withdrawn,   the language of comfort, facing into a corner   a journey of eyes closed and hands pressed tightly securing darkness,   where walls meet as solid agents and silent sentinels,   providing firm support without affection, available without reservation  

ANGELS AND DEVILS

words and languages fell to the ground like autumn leaves   we step around, staring down at what makes up our sentences and thoughts and that of others, comparing, learning what to avoid, or accept as ownership points to the good and bad, the hidden invisible, sheltered within now scattered for all to see, the … More ANGELS AND DEVILS