I miss
the scent of you
in sweet cinnamon light
and sunlight haloing your face;
lines revealing truths of your life story;
the stories whispered just for me,
the walks we took laughing,
songs endearing,
I miss
Too young
to know the pain
you suppressed deep inside;
a grandmother's adulation
doting on your grandchildren, as they play
among your roses and sweet peas.
you guided, blessed us with
fervent passion,
Too young
under streetlights haloing amid the black trees,
your shadow follows close to me
on the familiar sidewalk
where we talk of a million nothings
at home in the dark
I lie awake, again,
whispering to you
my every thought
while the moon is caught
in the hollow space beside me
filled with the eager nearness of your
listening
now all is echo
hollow, where we once walked
hollow, where we once talked
of the nothings and the everythings
never afraid
never alone
I am given the vaporous rush
of you, lingering
in all that love,
there is no love
like that
which I feel
when the night begins,
in the dim quiet voice
of the hallowed silence
i
pot bellied boasting navels
shiny round ball bearing stomachs
haloing out of diesel grime
over alls and silver buttoned railway
insignias
these long waxed pig curled mustache workmen
rotated their lives between shifts of day and night
with metal lunch boxes and coffee tin flasks
strolling main road home or to that gleaming rail
that provided a town’s livelihood
my grandfather worked that rail and my father too
providing me with the means
to take that broke back-heart break scenic route
out of town for good and forgetting
until now
ii
coming back everything changed
and the fat men were now old and wiry
sitting on subsidized railway porches
looking on main road maybe thinking rail
going to that station I found it desolated
and the once shimmering humming rail
all rusted up and silent
I touched it and imagined the once proud spirit of it
corroding away as the blue collar folks on the porch
in this dream
to write beautiful
is to one
who shines
brightest
in the soul
standing on
the ground
no more
than earth
having two suns
a marriage
of light
with darkness
a dark spirit
creeps in shadows
black dancing
with the light
blood food
pumping love
paints color
each beat
drum rolls
happiness forever
is with you
my shadow
bringing in
the light
when i look
upon you darling
as my sun
in your
warm desire
floating emotions wings
golden feelings
sparkle around
circle haloing
my sun shining
dearest angel
for you darling
queen of
my heart
i bow
when i look
into those eyes
shine inner beauty
a stunning soul
that dazzles
the most precious
sanctuary with love
all behind me now
a memory of blue sky
a nebulous cloud haloing
darkness before me
mystery awaits the plunge
I peer sightless into dark
roots tendril to me
a grasping sight, intriguing
my golden curls dangle downward
imbalance betrays
I teeter on the abyss
enraptured, sound echoing
back lit baby fall
seek the navels ending point
heroine of day dreams, topple
leave the precipice
seek the joy of choice and fall
now, peeked, plunge, now called, now fall
What I would write based on picture 1 for my contest
Sinking pearls of stone, in an obligatory skip
before the plunge
Haloing the horizon in silver riddles
and the earth is still.
No tides to bite the green watered breath.
No new moons eclipsed by the earth's turn to greatness.
And we laugh.
Laugh in salty brine and cosmos air.
Following the stone's tunnels in a dive into the blue.
Capturing smoothness of hair and palms.
Breaking the evening ocean floor in rhythm
as we catapult to surface calm.
Silver tipped fish wings scatter in water rings.
Algae backed hermit crabs skitter on crackling legs.
And we are the epitome of glee tonight with a fist full of ocean
and two thirds of a wish never ending.
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