Brutal is the beat
That strikes a blow
Heartbreak a diagnosis
Self inflicted?
All the days spent
Watching and listening
To tales of adventures
Animation on your face
I can't erase it
Every day matters
No sunk cost fallacy
Dig diamond memories
Facet sides cut
Deep into wounds
Polish till shine
Your moments are mine too
If ever a quip
A witty comeback
Martini smiles
Wry as vermouth
Sultry whispers splash
As snare brush jazz
Taken aback
Night women swoon
For lost lover
Lyrics lie to cover
Her maiden in youth
When silence echoes
Through hallways
Living rooms
Down yesteryears' phone lines
Seems to me all hush,
Blush and gossip girls
Collude like fuel
For a raging fire
Lit by the father
Surely, to snuff my life
Out.
Does the universe have a mind
To cast these stars into the sky
To throw planets in the mix
A kaleidescope of astral pictures
Is the blackness a dark canvas
For the art of some collosal giant
Hiding in dust columns
Diving through black holes
Does it orchestrate our lives?
Is serendipity a sketch comedy?
For all the hundreds of opportunities
To meet you eye to eye
A tragic romantic comedy
Stimied by titan in the sky
Not by you, or I?
When you let go - that little bird
Into the wild, unrelenting sky
One must be willing to never see her again
To be free means no burden of expectation
They say, there are other birds in the sky
The blackened birds that awaken me each morn
Alight upon suburban fenceline
Sing their well-known song
There is no one like the one you so loved
Love tended and fed, doted upon
The one who recognised your voice as you arrived
Felt the silence once gone
Until the caged perch to which it clung
Felt nothing like love at all
Reminiscent rising sun
Resplendent moon
Vast world undersea
Forest songs swoon
Affectatious orchid tongue
Pungent earth
Fungi throne
Faeries peeping through
What can one do?
When one love elevated
As a mountain peak high
Eyes clear blue sky
Hungry for taste
Salt licked face
Ocean spray
Ride her wave
Never to reach shores
Castaways
In all my sweet thoughts
Of riding shotgun
Words caught on tongue
Music at your fingertips
Where shall we go from here?
To the coast, surely?
The mountains, sublime
Some cabin where we can hide
Gather imaginary adventures
Cast them on the wind
Like a flock of shorebirds
Headed to the North Pole
The only passenger, am I
Is one of time
We have journeyed years
Apart, words odometer of miles
Birthday blues
comes after you
The coldest day
with longest night
Soft blue sky
won't clear the air
of sullen gloom
When loved ones are
so far and few
To those so close
A silent toast
Poignant message
Like a ghost
The fault to bear
Is mine to groan
For, I'd rather spend
This day alone
But when I do
A quiet knock
Of heart does wonder
Where all went?
Then, blink of eye
The day is spent!
A mother's breast turns
Feeding the only release
Lest she weep in tune with child
How long will it last?
Interminable desire
To hold fast the nest
In contrast to view ahead
So wild sea eagles
Soar solo surveying over
Rocky shores, pebbles trickle
Vast dolomite column cliffs
Veering skyward - eyeing one another
Young ones too large for nest
I run errands to tick of time
Care package a respite
For a friend whom I like
Caring for other than bloodline
Though I forgot the soy milk
Now it's all I can drink
The taste of it like a chance meeting
Next time I will say the words
Until then, thoughts brew
Like a heady spiced chai
While tea turns tepid
At least, the sun and I.
Words escape upon the wind
Tucked indoors
Eyes peer through panes
Battered by seering rain
All her fears surge
Down storm drain
Journey to join anxious seas
Hurts float like sediment
Drift kelp forest freed
Ocean view, bare gum
Arms outstretched to glimpse of sun
Stripped of leaves, bark and shoots
Holding on by ancient roots
Hollow nests for threatened birds
When nature speaks revealing words
Humble nature's power grows
Shelter for the lonely ones
When sun returns and moon is clear
Nestle in the stillness here
For poignant day when tempest beats
A friend or foe one cannot meet
Rest in folds of downy fields
Tiny wings aflight will heal
Going to the show alone
One might consider
The loneliest thing
In the world
One, however, might learn
To love being merely one
In a crowd
When the onscreen drama
Is far from one's own
Count the stars of heaven 