We were both operating together,
vibrating at an oscillating frequency -
short-band radio signals reaching
no greater than brief steps away.
It was love, but it was also that infinitesimally
narrow gap between heaven and hell.
A bulbous red on/off button,
the size of a large tomato or small planet,
kept our brains alert
to any nuclear explosions
that might otherwise have destroyed
those thin strings of real intimacy we could
have accidently blundered into.
In the end, slips of the tongue
led to neither truth nor lies,
only figures of speech.
Friends and on-lookers
watched as we turned off
all the early warning signs, one by one -
then to no one's great surprise,
we were done.
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At the early dawn,
when eyes slip away from the fraying night.
I feasted upon a dime of hours lost.
The wasteful minutes,
the misheeded seconds,
life demands here.
At the moment,
I feel like running back to the past
like a wind,
To rewind the hand of time.
Clutching it down,
tight in the grasp of my hand.
and never let it slips away.
All but….
an illusion.
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Narcissistic dark
World a wearing fear load task
Oppression intense
Ultimate Sunset
by Michael R. Burch
for my father, Paul Ray Burch, Jr.
he now faces the Ultimate Sunset,
his body like the leaves that fray as they dry,
shedding their vital fluids (who knows why?)
till they’ve become even lighter than the covering sky,
ready to fly ...
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Curled up in a comfy chair,
a shoe box filled with years
of captured memories in her lap;
memories of motherhood - so bitter sweet.
Her smile turns down -
the wet of her sadness drips from her face.
The chair gives her no comfort
for the paper images in the box
screams the truth of what was and what is.
Sadly; her once tightly woven fabric
weaved unconditionally, thread by thread
with bare hands and God's help,
is now...tattered and fraying,
never to be restored to what it once was.
And missing from this tattered and fraying fabric
is a unique and vital thread,
a thread that can never be replaced.
So bitter out weighs the sweet.
Captured memories are stored away.
Head in hands she prays....desperately she prays....
that what remains of this fabric can be salvaged.
Curled up in a comfy chair,
a shoe box filled with years
of captured memories in her lap;
memories of motherhood - so bitter sweet.
Her smile turns down -
the wet of her sadness drips from her face.
The chair gives her no comfort
for the paper images in the box
screams the truth of what was and what is.
Sadly; her once tightly woven fabric
weaved unconditionally, thread by thread
with bare hands and God's help,
is now...tattered and fraying,
never to be restored to what it once was.
And from this tattered and fraying fabric
is a unique and vital thread missing...
a thread that can never be replaced.
So bitter out weighs the sweet.
Captured memories are stored away.
Head in hands she prays....desperately she prays....
that what remains of this fabric can be salvaged.