Waking I find
Another chill encrusted day
Awaits me
Where I shall walk alone in step of time
To the blighted rhythm
Of what must be
And the looming shadows
Of what might have been
My only solace
Comes of looking back
Upon the horizon of
Memories past
Where the fluxing tapestry
Of life and chance
Carried you soft and safe
Into my arms
And I held you
And you held me
And for a time
No wind of change
Could bear us sway
But somehow…
Some dreadful way how
My eyes left the beauty of yours
My arms reached out
For ambitions of pointless return
And in deafened silence
You slipped from me
For I held you not
And now I am left to search
Across the rolling linen waves
Of life and consequence
Holding hope that
Fate will grant me pardon
And bring you to me
Once again
But I age in waiting
I tire of hoping
I stammer in broken steps
For each night your vigil kept
Brings me aside my bed
To utter yet again
A prayer unanswered
Categories:
fluxing, loneliness, lonely, longing, loss,
Form: Prose
Winter had buried
the tectonic Earth with...snow:
a wedding white land;
the xanthus plumes
of the snowbird, with
black amethyst eyes-
their hearts. HIS cracked...
cup... is a ground glacier till
sculpture; he drinks
the coffee; he looks
at the color: perhaps the shade
of a FLUXING moon;
an ancestor's skin,
of the hot Earthen cradle;
the shores of Summer.
Today pollen drops
softly like the fold of a Robin's
wings as they alight
on tarnished grass,
the brown-green tendons of Spring.
The wings are the hue
of black-grey clouds-mountains
that rise in the evening
sky-monsters-that float,
suspended like their
conversation. SHE smiles
as he tries to brush
her thin fingers, hue
of a corpse on a medical
examiner's slab.
She withdraws. A door
creaks, the curry -yellow drapes
that cast night shades shift,
caress the wall- soul
of the sandy hare this morn'-
she whispers, "THE WIND".
Categories:
fluxing, dedication,
Form: Free verse
Blood fluxing in my veins stained the DARK canvass as pigments
LINES stroke - exemplifying this pestilential excruciation within
Color of SHADOWS and of my vexation and abhorrence occupied this art
Ending this existence to give birth to this lifetime masterpiece
For my very last breath, I can exaltedly declare,I've consummated one virtuous creation.
Categories:
fluxing, art, death
Form: Ekphrasis
Sunset dissolving,
Into the tranquil waters;
Fluxing horizon.
Categories:
fluxing, nature
Form: Haiku