Sun set a little quicker this eve
A crimson fire that blinked my eye
And wind held me and kissed goodbye
Autumn seems like a stranger now
It was much softer as a child
The whisper of a mothers call
Floated down alleys and gulleys
And met with a collective sigh
But now as the autumn of my life
Invades like a September dawn
It brings a reflective pause
As the could have's and should haves
Litter like confetti leaves around my root
But I notice more, I listen more
To the sights and sounds
That passed by in a previous child
Now bagged up with a seasoned string
For winter grips tightly to the unprepared
© Andrew Mears 2025
To Hold Your Heart Out
Those things which a mind will not forgive
burn like a hot coal in tender hands
Such hate allows not a decent Soul to live *------- (finality)
where darkness eats into fertile lands
Ash and soot cling to the fireplace stack
soothing heat in each night's slow burn
Rushing waters flood the gulleys out back *------- (change)
where Fall drops leaves and colors turn
Once your sweet lips were coldly rejected
a sad mistake caused by grievous lies
Desperate because kind heart was neglected *------- (memories)
tears fell like rain from stormy skies
Yet truth came to give its sweet release
when requested to hold your heart out
Your misery grew great and would not cease *------- ( truth)
the unforgivable words you did shout
Those things which a mind will not forgive
burn like a hot coal in tender hands
Such hate allows not a decent Soul to live *-------(finality)
where darkness eats into fertile lands
Robert J. Lindley, 06-12-2015
Avalanche
Avalanched blizzards' cold dustings
envelope:
forests, gulleys, hillsides--
intentionally juxtaposing life...
making necrose obstacles
painstakingly quiver,
releasing Snow!
Tons!
Ubiquitous vagabond-wielding
Xenophobics'... Yielding Zone!
©deborah burch
3/27/2012
crush the mental blocks into dusty rubble
then sweep the down into the gulleys
let the furious wind of time blow them away
let the torrents of the storm wash the gulleys clean
the pathway will be clean
then let walk the walk of freedom begin
My lips are black,
I am drunk
on the hemlock, proferred by you –
my life. I am still in love with pain.
What not, the trial
tried to break my resistance.
I will walk on my hands
paraplegic legs lifting my eyes.
Why did you want me to fake a death.
She was my lover, my shadow
always walking along with me.
So, you did not authored the article
on my demise in ravines
watching the son eclipse?
Extinct, headless, corpse of a
thin warrior, obliquely refers
to the pygmy moonrise.
Grey plaques in white mind
like snakeroots, glittering
in dark gulleys of time!
SATISH VERMA