our shadow boxing was a fight neither of us could win, a love neither could endure, a choreography neither could master when night falls fast, shadows meld with darkness and no one’s left to battle
Tag: poems
Angel Wings and the Man I Love
This day the angels failed to spread their wings, this night the stars fade to black. Morning will come with no indication, no hint of salvation. This day the birds had no song to sing, this night prayers whispered toward Heaven fell back. And Morning, she slipped past, the echo of a laugh. This day…
girl in a coma
I: the mother I sit by your side as sleep blossoms within you, unfolding like a morning glory at dawn. Long ago the doctors sent you home. Friends no longer come to visit; they have children of their own to care for. twenty-nine years you have lain here. never…
the cemetery gates
The echo of loss rings from beyond the cemetery gates as I pass by in wonder of lives and loves lost, always too soon, no matter the age. Weeping willows, winding streams, rolling hills, and monuments etched from stone stand sentinel beyond the cemetery gates where the specter of grief walks the rows alone, in…
Starfish
I love you like a starfish. When you break a piece off, I will grow another.
Willow II
A clearing surrounded by a stand of trees. Short grass glade save the centered solitary willow. Crowned head draped in majestic arraignment. A reflection of the humbleness of prayer before benediction. And the solitude of guilt. Not twisted dogwood for a sacrifice. Not oak strong to stand alone. Stretching toward…
Development
new homes use old brick for “the aged” look old brick homes use young weeds as green roof toppers new streets wind through homes, all are beige old streets’ wind-broken branches litter the broken curbs new neighbors park in garages to not see new neighbors old neighbors…
The great deluge
a silver cloud on the horizon, a storm of epic estimation, the prophesied harbinger of change will bring rain to fall for forty days, rising over the disbelievers, they will be towed under by their chains. a mass of water will plummet down this way washing out the idle foundation farms, houses, people─gone they cannot…
Untitled
Life moves as a cat scratching its back on a doorway: over time its mark is revealed. Moments adding up, encapsulated in minds, on photos, diaries, colorings and drawings, stuffed animals and cast clothing. Ordinary days are a precocious bouquet: schooling, working, eating, fighting, playing, writing, crying, reading, bitching, praying, learning, begging, embracing, watching TV…
Exhumed: the watcher
he feels your decay: with his hands, his touch on your skull. he is finally inside your mind, pulsating energy rushing through his finger tips. your thoughts melt into him. “I am skin and blood and rot and mud.” before his eyes, you blur. beauty falls away, snowflakes of flesh and teeth catch on your…
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