I miss the lilt…
There's a balance in nature, denial or not
And when we try to divorce ourselves from it
We are ignoring the hole that opens there
Which has to be filled by something…
And we're not always careful about what fills it
It's unnatural, this oversight
And the breach it creates is something we can't fathom
Nagging there, underneath it all
There's a rule to measure everything
The breadth, the depth, the height, the length
Hardness, moisture, pressure, temperature
Calculating age
But there's no rule for this
Or maybe… it's life
I miss a lot of things
I miss commas, periods, dashes, double letters in the editing of life
But more than anything… I miss the lilt
Vain tears
they seep in
silent streams
lurk darkly
behind
a repressed
shadowy wail
taunt or tease
fond veils
torn and tattered
seldom worn
visibly
of dull
wistfulness
oe’r silver
passage
or faux gold
bridge
whose
wobbly link
to halcyon
august days
putative ring
mere hollow
bell toll
purported peal
a shallow chime
vanishing vapour
of hazy clang
nocturnal raptures
of mythic maze
bagatelle vacuous
chimera amplified
by skewed perspective
tangents rimmed
by fantasy
liked to feel your body your warm skin.
I liked your honey smell and your sweet breath
Why is such love considered now a sin?
Still Unforgiven when you met your death.
I think you preferred our little cats to me.
Still I liked to lie in bed with you
I like to sit at Aldeburgh by the sea.
Was our love too close like UHU
Remember how we got to dunwich beach
We found a piece of marble near the sea
A whole town drowned within the North Sea’s reach
And still I feel the lost cathedrals plea.
Remember when the fishing fleet went out
Just before the dawn there’s life about
From the shore I watched the ship
And imagined I was there.
Closed my eyes and felt the spray
Of ocean in my face and hair.
“One day,” I said to myself,
“I will be there.”
From the ship I glanced at the shore
And saw a boy standing there
And I remembered that once,
That boy was me,
Dreaming of the day
I would be free.
From the shore
I watch the sea.
Gone was the ship that carried me
Away, that grand yesterday,
When I was alive and free,
But tomorrow I will return here
To the shore.
NO MORE
I kiss her beauty-
no words, her memory cite,
leave me to delight
Brian Strand | Year Posted 2010
He sang the connection, rising the reach.
As though it was before the beach
Besides, the stars have lost their magic.
So at the point, as she had built a needy tragic,
I am still worried in regards to her wild voice.
Since she moved openly in the hearts of the place.
We were, and the lyric is our third sapped.
We didn't ask a friend with him lacked.
Your affection is almost love for our darlings.
I was the most vital of our feelings.
I inevitably began to return you a look.
I haven't closed it yet if she took.
I cannot consider your odious motion.
Well, that motion is not my ambition.
How could I regain My initial condition?
I accept I'm not the fastest to ride.
And no time to recall if you slowly sink.
The ocean; if wistfulness fills his mind.
Will you catch him sob for the sea and think.
Let's back our hands-off, you cannot drink.
Winter Wistfulness
Stillness prevails.
Adding to the hush
of a cold-snap night
is the crystalline presence
of snow.
It descends.
Brilliant-robed beauty
enfolds the earth,
penetrating the shadows
with etherealness.
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