My fractured head, my rough- hewn eyes
Dismembered parts of a dissociated mind
My body severed like Kandinsky’s art.
Spread across a canvas
Corner to sharp corner
Leave no space unfilled
But nothing touches,
Nothing resembles its former self
Yet all pieces can see all others
Contained for now
Within the borders of a frame
But floundering in a cosmos of
A jagged life.
Let all the pieces land.
Ephemeral in the sand
Here today, gone tomorrow,
But no, it seems a sharded edge must cut another slice of day
Bring in a cello, a vase of deathly violets
Obscurise them, nothing can be what it was
From the Old Order must be drawn a New Meaning
Categories:
sharded, bereavement, loss, wife,
Form: Free verse
travelling to my never was,
my yearly time in the yard
spring time back to cold Ohio
gripped in nonsense and melancholy
I travel to old town
misted by the cuyahoga
surprised yet not I find
they tore down the tottered house
tar paper and clapboard
hoary hand pump out front
jutting out of upturned earth
like an oxidized finger accusing
at broken chimney
collapsed walls
19th century brickwork sharded
toppeled into fetid basins
the neighborhood's harshbitten scar
open wounded by the treelawn
old man who once lived there
trapped in darkness and exile
haunts it no longer
memory freed
by oiled machinery and progress
rooftop split
like broken amphora
scattered on the seabed
and so floats my enmity
thermal up and away
updraft and ashes
drift'n bulldozed and scaffold
dissipating on warmer breezes
as if it never was...
Categories:
sharded, family, memory,
Form: Prose Poetry
They say the Oleander tree is pure poison
if you see too many in a yard
a witch certainly lives there about
long blades of turquoise leaves
carve up the sky in to shards of bluepink and sparkle gold
My tree has pink blossoms but some are as white
as
White Lilly Flour
soft as it can be
powdered silk with milk
egg and salt
rising in the heat
I look out the window
beyond the sheer green curtains
past the sharded sky
past the poisin tree
I am certainly a witch
I hold you like a ball of pure white light
How can you show and not tell?
Categories:
sharded, passion, tree, tree,
Form: Verse
Elegant clarity on display
encased in solid pecan protection
symbol of civility
ancestry
what could be.
Gifts sprung of union
impart refined grace to meals’
conversations.
Fragility to be filled
emptied
filled again
Toasting to health, wealth
and posterity
Sweet posterity
Gentle taps of cheers ring out
unless bumped too forcefully
and shatters of wine-soaked
red sharded teardrops
scatter and stain
drawing blood with each effort
to reconstruct
or at least clean up.
Handle with care
for ‘tis fitting to share
heirlooms with posterity.
Categories:
sharded, family, introspection, life,
Form: Free verse