A hawk, moments after dawn,
circling.
Somewhere,
somewhere at the edge of near;
a somewhere known to the pessimistic
as far,
as there,
as not,
not
Here.
Not near.
Occasionally, a flashed shadow
over the sun-bleached apricot sky.
Just to the West.
Where the yellower light spills now
over the half-new roof and well-appointed chimney
of farm/field/stone.
Into the valley of clinging green
and the stone wall edge of the Farm
where the trees have one and all
forgot the late date.
They’ve
steadfastly, triumphantly, unarguably
argued for their summer-earned greens.
The moon is so high as to be unknown.
There above the maple.
There above the shred-ragged, yellowing
banana leaves -
the makeshift windvane of wavily oversea kelp.
Unknown
to the crook of neck,
to the poor sleepers,
to the cheap pillow resters.
It is such a slight sliver
that
it gives a cool shiver
to my flesh.
The momentary thought of,
a splinter of wood getting under skin.
The slight sharp sliver of dim silver moon
seems so sharp as to
threaten to deflate the dim blue,
the pale blue
October sky.
Categories:
wavily, moon, seasons,
Form: Free verse
Love that was once so perfect.
Disappeared quick like the light being swallowed by darkness.
Laughter and joy that once filled the sky.
Taken over by dead silence beneath the clouds.
That person whom was forever to be mine.
Transformed into a perfect stranger with time.
Love is blind.
That which let to me falling into the deepest darkest trenches alone.
Kisses which were once passionately shared.
Fallen into sour memories before the nightfall.
Promises made...
Good times rolled...
Promises broken.
I now know...
That, all that glitters is not gold.
And from here now,
My heart will go on to be bold.
Till my arteries cease to uphold.
Our old memories like they were the future.
But if could have taken a peek into these hours...
My heart wouldn't have been on the platter like it was.
Perhaps i would've evaded this torture.
If i didn't see with what was within it.
Hence my mind is now heavy.
My thoughts are galloping wavily.
But my heart will always pound with truth.
Of what has always being real with me.
From here forth, until the end of time...
Categories:
wavily, absence, betrayal,
Form: Free verse