No Thank You

•January 23, 2019 • Leave a Comment

These lonely hours
Are not lost
The silent sobs
And tragic laughter
Lead me back
To listening to myself

This is not a “thank you.”

-me


Image: Only the Lonely, by leAlmighty on deviantart.com

Anger

•January 22, 2019 • Leave a Comment

An alchemic fire
Crucial creation, before
That it fucking burns

-me

Painting: Overcome, by Carne Griffiths

Little Deaths

•January 22, 2019 • Leave a Comment

There were moments
Years
I thought
I might die
From the pain
Of betrayal
Of sensing
She
Was close
When I was not
Sure
It was not mine
It was
Her name on a screen
My kid knowing
Before I did
Me knowing
Before my kid
Who knew
I did
From ice skates
And wake-up calls
Fuzzy time
Lines crossed
Fluffy language
Dressing up hard truths
Like soft lies
Still
Shared accounts
And speakers and trips
Inappropriate giving
Of gifts
For occasions
When shared celebration
Should not have been
A means to end
Innocuous
Relationship
Work
Pics
Posted
A woman knows
Did they
How many
Were taken
With more behind them
Too many moments
Of your
Of our
Lives like years
Felt like deaths
To me
And yet I did not die
Did I
Only we
And my family
I am right here
With my perception
Perhaps partial
To my own heart
But
Not
Wholly
Wrong
Either

-me

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Painting: The Little Death by Lori Field

Ember

•January 21, 2019 • Leave a Comment

I sat with and watched
That last flick of ember
Warm ash gasping for life
I mourned it as it flashed
From spark to nothing black

Then I sat in evening awe
When I saw it claw quick
Back to light and oxygen
Again I witnessed wanting
In that dying fight to learn its trick

-me


Painting: Lady by the Fireplace by Gustav Klimt

Reworked and reposted, originally written years ago. But I had another inspired moment by the fire. It is a friend these days, and every time its dying moves me.

Gulf

•January 20, 2019 • Leave a Comment

There are western waves
Like slow rolling sadness
That churn and make
Their way to me
As careful creeping foam
The leading edge
Of a gentle bay for brining me
I am pieces of shattered shell
I am porous and pointy
I am littered with slick
Unspoken spikes
I am not yet ground smooth
Or cleared complete by hand
Or time
I am not like those others
More popular and pleasing
Compacted sandy eastern coasts
I can hurt uncalloused heels
Wear your shoes please
When you walk on me
Gather up my pretty parts
The seemingly whole shards
If you will for your collection
But pay attention
There are craters along my shore
Lines and tiny fractures
In the bulk of me
Where air resides in spaces
Between pieces yet unseen
To shift and twist and break
An unassuming speedy ankle
Yet if you might pause
A quiet moment, sit with me
Put your bucket down
I think you’ll see
Those spaces also cradle
Warm and teaming tide pools
A lineage of anceint life
Left in me by that crying sea

-me

Morning Haze

•January 20, 2019 • Leave a Comment

There are ghosts that stay
Put like ancient trees rooted
Limbs shrouded in fog

 -me

Photography: Arbor by Julie-rc on deviantart.com

Divorce

•January 16, 2019 • Leave a Comment

Death without a corpse
Funeral no one attends
Spirit without rest

Haiku in search of
Metered peace and closure
No

-me

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Photo by Marta Orlowska

 
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