- i have always coveted sea birds, never imprisoned, free to fly as far as their wings might carry them, gliding on the breezes, soaring toward the sun, higher in the sky - sunblind, tears flowing, forsaking all, letting momentum transition me unto flame. - #poetry #vss365

- remnants of Eden, this valley of shadows. i am swathed in lilies, still wet with their final tears. my path upward, paved in skulls and good intentions, yet escape eludes me. a relentless headwind pushes this Sisyphus back into its depths where nothing awaits. - #poetry #vss365

as life’s lights fade to black and our final act is played, we depart the stage, absent either sound or fury, absent both fanfare and applause, a solitary performer alone in darkness, echoes of a last soliloquy, swallowed by the silence that eagerly listens. - #poetry #vss365

- it’s difficult to resolve, through the clinging haze, where the swan road ended and the lake began. but in the end, or so we say, light conquers darkness, shadows fade. we stand knee-deep in black feathers, damp with beaded dew, wondering how we lost our way. - #poetry #vss365

- i run the wineglass back and forth along my lips sip warm and sacramental hold it in my mouth swallow slow patient for the morning when the night is so impertinent and full. - #poetry #vss365

- a slow stroll through a raindark Sunday graveyard, your stone has grown mossy, but your face is etched clear - that sour expression and that piercing glare. i stand before you stripped down bare, unabashed by your eyes, and their crow-like laughter. - #vss365 #poetry

- our love is electric, eclectically clad to protect us from the dangers of reverse polarity. but i prefer to let it flow, dangerous and out of control, steeped in magnetism, my aura made aurora , filling the night skies in lavender and green. - #vss365 #poetry

- i have sailed these archipelagos of the heart long before time had found its name - when stars still burned bright, like beacons in the abyss, and tender winds whispered, seek. each bay a haven, where love lingered, mooring me deep in her fervent embrace. - #poetry #vss365

- the garden has spoiled since we parted those many years ago. i rock in the chair grown from cedar groves in the valley below, now shrouded in sunset mists. softly i hum “Red is the Rose” wishing my wilted heart might recall a fairer spring. - #vss365 #poetry 🥀

- curled up with Keats - “la belle dame sans merci” lost in between abandonment and the obsequies of love captured by faeries to lie in her meadow if only but for the length of a dream fall asleep gently windowside while outside frolic a nightmare of fireflies - #poetry #vss365

- after green, there was only gray. clouds pressed birds from the sky to collect and die among the cinder fields, songless and dry. trees stripped bare, all blanched branch and brokenness, save for the small defiance of one leaf, seeking the light once more. - #poetry #vss365

- i have always been afraid of lions, especially Aslan. as a child i wondered, after reading Lewis, if that made me evil knowing the back of the wardrobe was simply made of wood, revealing no path to Narnia there among the mothballs. - #poetry #vss365

- awoken to the scent of jasmine grown lush below the open window. a hummingbird thrums by busily, incurious, i recall tenderly the plush of your lips, how your hips responded so eagerly to mine. - #poetry #vss365

- leaves ebb & flow under the earnest caress of a following breeze night vision matters less when guided by a steady hand silence minds its manners permits the meadow to be as it will be a blushing dawn swoons for the sunlight flushed in the tender ache of touch - #poetry #vss365

- the sunrise meadow comes to life sweating off the night, dew evaporating in larksong, longing, preening in her ache to be seen. echoes of the mockingbird, borrowing every note, all the while the supercilious bluejay screeching as though she's owed the morning. - #poetry #vss365

- color stopped believing in countries red leaked west black crossed every treaty white came late with clean bandages stunning, how freedom scatters then calls the wound movement when nothing here moves except those colors far beneath closure. - #vss365 #poetry

- a life assessed by a balance sheet what he owed what he saved never the man never a father a car a house never his laughter never his hugs the final appraisal arrived far less than expected a home full of rooms that remembered him, sold to the highest bidder - #poetry #vss365

- singularities like me were designed to wander these urban streets. loneliness is a state of being i had come to accept. until you lured me, coaxed me from my path, into your orbit, an event horizon of apprehension, past which my light can never return. - #poetry #vss365

- we used to dress our wounds with wildflowers i thought it was healing when injuries could look so pretty you coaxed me to breathe deeper, trust the fragrance, but by morning, infection had set in scented and dank the bandages had bloomed too florid to ignore - #poetry #vss365

- love’s tenderness courses away, only an iron stench of blood and flesh remains. my strength ebbs in the twilight, only the stains of ichor my prize. lie down among the carrion where dirt keeps its cold, cover my eyes with pebbles, wait for the crows to claim me. - #poetry #vss365

- your ghost keeps leaving wet footprints across my kitchen floor. i mop. i pray. i salt the threshold. still, midnight arrives with your jangling chains, barefoot and dripping, disgruntled as ever. sorry you’re dead, but next time wipe your feet. - #poetry #vss365

- everything itches i’m addicted to you… need another taste. i crave your essence coursing through my veins, your crack house heat, sordid and cheap, your cruel tease, peeling paint from my purposeless walls, skin crawling with flea bites everything itches - #poetry #vss365

- i smell summer apricots on the breeze, oleander blooms at the foot of your tower, your lengths of pale braided hair lie piled there, too. and i stare upward, a villain denied his prize, aware that i am more prisoner than you. - #vss365 #poetry

- you once said permanence was a myth we inherited from poets and undertakers. i winced, counting each grain of wood that formed your coffin like the constellations you named Cassiopeia over and again ready to retrace all our forgotten tomorrows. - #poetry #vss365

- no more scapegoats, i refuse to accept these false choices. love is never binary, even when crucified, i have still found it there, buried beneath juniper. so today, i swat away the incessant pull of destiny and cast my lots with you. - #poetry #vss365

- the end of all things was never reserved for Mordor alone. the earth around us quakes. and i mistake love for something more basic – an ache, a lurch in the heart, greeting the new morning prepared to start again, absent you, sifting through the rubble. - #vss365 #poetry

- i kept your last words on the sill for years, small, wingless things pretending they were birds. tonight, i opened the window and watched my old hurt defenestrate itself into the rain, staining the sidewalk black below. - #poetry #vss365

- love can be so confusing to a disordered mind, and i am stuck in a kitchen without cupboards. cookie-scented fevers clatch hold of my brain in batches and i never can tell if i am really hungry, or if i am simply allergic to your ingredients. - #poetry #vss365

- another blameless, aimless sunrise washes across your face you are tasting something in your dreams, smiling, making little mouth sounds making me hungry for breakfast, hungry for you, best to go putter in the kitchen, pour two cups of coffee. - #vss365 #poetry

- voices drift like smoke along the moor, neither this way nor that, but i know wickedness has come, the laughter of crows, derision unseen, unclean shivers rise, your whispered spells that seek to undo me, bind me in peat to your will, feathered in black. - #vss365 #poetry