Poetry

  • Let Go
    Quiet desire simmers within
    where gloom dwells
     
    Endure.
        Or escape.
     
    At my wrist, darkness clutches
    reining me back
    in broken promises,
    word for word, inch by inch
    
    Hope in distant sunshine sets
    devoured by darkened dread
     
    no…
    
            let go!
    
                     I choose.
     
    I’m moving —
    onward
    upward
    
    ahead!
    

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  • Wind Chimes
    The clouds end their tears 

    Dullness paints the sky

    Frosty breezes trigger linkage
    beneath warm fleece blankets

    In our shared hammock, skin to skin swinging to
    wind chime melodies
    Such a soothing sound coaxes the sun’s return
    penetrating earth with fresh light

    Hypnotized by
    nature’s glowing bliss,

    we close our eyes

    time flies

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  • Perspective

    little wastebasket full of tissues

    tissues marked with tears

    tears of unfulfilled dreams

    dreams piled to the rim

    staring back at me, as if to say,

    “You failed again”

    or,

    perhaps,

    “This is pain,

    leaving,

    to make room for dreams

    beginning.”

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  • Secret Bliss

    gold stars and chilled breezes
    circle our embrace

    we’re cozy,
    discreet
    deep in
    enchanted darkness and
    mammoth trees

    our hands refuse unlocking
    pouting lips spill special requests
    mumbles
    whispers

    “One more kiss…”

    we dive in
    savoring
    unlocking…

    departing

    Back to our private lives
    in separate beds
    where a different head
    rests

    I lie here,
    as you do there,
    dreaming of our next
    meeting, deep inside
    gold
    starry bliss…

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  • Twist

    Black rain slithers from bloated clouds
    as the politician’s speech ends
    down millions of ears
    promises drip and echo
    igniting emotions, and cheers

    Eyes held hostage
    words morph into
    tight ropes
    silver-tongue bondage

    Worldwide adulation

    “They fell for it again.”
    I observe their world from above
    beside my laughing Master

    “What a disaster,” she says.
    “Ah, it’s fun to twist
    this design.”

    She forces her claw further
    down their sky

    “Let’s see what happens this time.”

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