Darkness loomed over the place,
Damp air hung like a shroud,
Crows cawed in the distance,
If ever you felt gloom, it was here,
You could almost reach out and touch it,
A cold mist cloaked everything,
Not a hint of colour to be seen,
The cobbled streets were deserted,
except for the shadowy fog,
Tendrils of vapours climbed around each house,
Ready to gobble you up,
if you dared to step out,
Humidity clung with vehement fierceness,
Black clouds darkled the evening sky,
Waiting to unload heavy showers,
Brooding nimbus
longing to cry...
The atmosphere was like a living breathing being,
Someone hiding in the moist shadows,
Sighing in stygian despondency,
Waiting to show its anger,
The calm before the storm...
Lightning cracked,
thunder rocked
the stillness,
Big, fat raindrops fell in steady downpour,
This was gonna be
a mighty thunderstorm...
I feel compelled to write again
about this girl, ad nausium,
as though she will appear
because I do.
She said “You’ve got to let her go,
because her pain will only grow;
you’ll reap what you have sown!
It’s only selfish,”
But I know that behind those words,
She thought, “Your children are like swords
to me—oh, aren’t I adored?
It’s now, you fool, or never!”
And when she knew that I would stay,
She lingered for a bit to pray
then carried on her way,
and we wrote letters.
We talked about the things that changed
about me, and of her deranged
arrangement with a Northern man,
among whom she had darkled.
Then she fell into an abyss.
I may have saved her with a kiss,
but when the chance had come to her,
she missed; may God forgive her.
The rain appeared, arctic
Spattered the duck board
As angry pellets flinched
And recoiled
Boathouse dank, bleak
Galley proofing transpire
Moist and humid
With sense of Frangelico
And bitter almonds
The sord chattered
With new fervor
And feeders sojourned
Past darkled dawn
Composition turned to
Decomposition
Place in basket
Not to collate
Wits and writer’s block
Onset of migraine
Twinge
With visual disturbance
And sorrow
Write of grief
She is not coming back
Time heals
Do not die
Spring frontward
Go home
Sun is aching to flicker
Drop downbeat design
Bloom buds of dreams
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