I feel life breaking a glass, any glass
Or screaming at anyone with or without cause
For now, my breath and tears find no rest,
Seething on a bomb of fury, time claims a place
For rage piercing through my gut too deep...
I never knew he has gone beyond the stars
My soul hemorrhaged, my innocence vandalized--
Please tell me this is night's cruel illusion
Night prayers dripping stains of candle wax!
I blow like a dam but only silence hits back
My damn, damn being cries for hallowed nest
While he has traveled off in a land without maze,
And I continue to cringe...searching for
Quiet within an unforgiving self
I drown in explosions of why...
Why is Daddy suddenly dead?
Categories:
hemorrhaged, bereavement, father daughter,
Form: Dramatic Verse
My heart bled
and writing
was an open wound
As words
poured out
in hemorrhaged pleadings
No suture
or hemostat
clotting their flow
The nearer
the end
the harder it pumped
In gushing
pulsations of
finality
Bleeding out
what time
— could never give back
(Dreamsleep: February, 2025)
Categories:
hemorrhaged, words,
Form: Free verse
Poetry has left me again
I’ve bled the hills and trees for words
I’ve searched for verbs in the hours
When someone fills the emptiness
I will have no need for pronouns
No talk or fragments fulfills you
I woke frenzied in the morning
Put on headphones to muzzle thoughts
Anything but to hear your silence
When coffers are empty of nouns
I scrape the bottom of the barrel
Hoping for slick prepositions
You goad me to write an opus
To paint my vain adjectives true
To color not wanting replies
Resurrect wordly as Jesus did
Real as adverbs without fullness
To ascend to servers in glory
Craft a mind razor-sharp each day
Cutting through pronoun’s bull
Swinging conjunctions as swords
This poem has hemorrhaged me
I’ve bled for you till nothing’s left
Grammar paler with my emptiness
Careless of my prideful sharpening
Decimating mourning subjects
Fill me when objects go empty
*** Ecclesiastes 1:2
'Vanity of vanities, says the Preacher, vanity of vanities! All is vanity.'
Categories:
hemorrhaged, absence, loneliness, poetry, write,
Form: Free verse
bleed'n ink
like a river
slithering
around mountains
through valleys
and over cliffs
gushing out
falling free
all the ink
that's in me
I urge
to bleed
personal possessive pronouns
in front of your name
and every endearment
personal possessive pronoun this
personal possessive pronoun that
personal possessive pronoun sweet...
personal possessive pronoun dear...
they all roll right off my keyboard
but they mean nothing
unless rolled right off my tongue
you aren't personal possessive pronoun
anything--yet
and I've hemorrhaged
a blood bank
over you
... yeah
true...
you've spilled vast quantities
over me, too
quite the ink bath
we're wading through
but
no personal possessive pronouns
start using them on me
I'll start using them on you
next thing you know
I'm on flights
with stuffed bunnies,
roses, chocolates, and daisies
believing in
happily ever after
so... no
personal possessive pronouns
not until we have
no more ink to bleed
but, oh,
how I want you
to be....
Categories:
hemorrhaged, romance,
Form: Free verse
A camera occasionally caught us sealed within
album leaf’s
ten years, twenty years later;
folios still fastened to a distant past.
I don’t miss you, and this is not a love letter.
Too many cuts with thin edged blades;
invisible lacerations
that nonetheless bled into words,
and those words hemorrhaged.
Last night, in the backyard, a mouse died,
but before it did,
it called out to the owl that killed it:
Better to die now, then as a small squeak, only wounded,
damaged just enough to bleed on,
inside a memory of what once was.
Categories:
hemorrhaged, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Draining all there was to say,
he hemorrhaged one more poem
Last vial of his history,
whose burden now atoned
With final drops to say adieu,
the past and future dead
His last tomorrow here today
—and time no longer bled
(Dreamsleep: April. April 2022)
Categories:
hemorrhaged, poetry, writing,
Form: Rhyme
Like an open wound
That won’t heal
The current political situation
Bleeds out…
A hemorrhaged polarization
Inside a malignancy of lies
Draining our spirits
—of all life giving faith
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2016)
Categories:
hemorrhaged, political,
Form: Free verse