the beauty blind men see -

new joys ... drop like seeds to fill the furrows left by a torrent of losses - when the heavens open seemingly to wash you away they find the green of new growth - hope, love, laughter, anew … but some - some yawn like a shadow of the day star a darkness too deep - too icily vacant … the lack you birthed inside of me a hummingbird, quite lost at sea its wings are pressed to winds at length availing hours with ebbing strength ~ oh, to know the beauty blind men see ~ my ear to the past with tender and tireless course … tympans longing for the soft shuffle of a toe slipper - the gentle gasping of a grand jete' in careful execution or the pixie-ish giggle that always left your lungs with a flutter (if you knew I was watching for a rare misstep) … a sweetness, once from honeyed lips a time turned sour, like poison, drips to stain the precious moments, rare pressed 'tween the pages, needing care ~ oh, to know the beauty blind men see ~ I am two people - inside, one of melancholy temper ageing or not as elements see fit ... or found the other, but a ghost? growing younger with each obstinate minute a haunt of horrid jealousy - a callow phantom of yearning and fanciful motivation? and you ... you bore that apparition with the bloom of your smile - brought its aching id into existence with a dance of senses only to weep it’s veins … please, I beg you let it inhabit me no more ... I'm bound by one warm ember, past to roam in aimless dreams, downcast through twilight mists I shan't define chased by the brooding angels, mine ~ oh, to know the beauty blind men see ~ or … perhaps that is a wish ... I'd best let be. ~ 1st Place ~ in the "Brian's Choice L , Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor. ~ 10th Place ~ in the "Double Exposure" Poetry Contest, Kai Michael Neumann, Judge & Sponsor. ( I accidentally mislabeled the first contest as the "Double Exposure" Contest - I apologize )