Monthly Archives: December 2013

Peculiar Storm

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sitting in slot canyon

waiting for the light

feeling loss & worry

long has been the night

camping here in silence

hidden from all sight

playing the day over

as if the past won’t bite

tears come in a rainfall

walls, they seem so tight

weeping needs to end soon

extravagance of blight

storms on the horizon

losing at this fight

need to turn around soon

try with all my might

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Weekend Call

unknowns can be frightening

even with training

what will this alarm be

odd to train for the hope

that nobody will call

but they generally call

turns out I am best at

silence

seems the best remedy

when nothing can be fixed

slowing my breath

others catch theirs

for a moment

that will no longer be liquid

forever frozen

memory


Forest in the Bathroom

there’s a forest in the bathroom

where thoughts are getting lost

and a chapel in the bedroom

where understanding drifts aloft

while stumbling down the hallway

where quiet souls are set to drift

the meadow in the front room is

where many moods will meet to lift

sitting at the wellspring dining table

where communing seems most fit

glancing towards the humble kitchen

where the dreams will now be swift


Underpinnings

what lies beneath

is not a horror

movie or show

we are the supports

shoring each other up

to polish a stone

it is still worn down

don’t let each other crumble


Messy

heaped clothing

eventually washed

yummy remnants

left soaking

puddle splashed

spot treated

paper piles

sorted filed

sleep breath

cleansing brush

heart broken

tears cleanse


Iconic Twig

a single bulb

red

bends the branch

wrapped in blue

taking me back

newspaper schedules

annual shows

no demand

just a wish

to be home that night


Pleonastic Mortal

 feeling abandoned & forgotten
we search & seek
 then wish & hope
to be more than an optional accessory
 becoming an eternal phoenix