swept clean

leaves on pavement
shrivelled and drying
stark only in contrast
to the grey where they lie
while traffic and footsteps
run over and by

tomorrow the rain
will wash the stains
and any distracting
colours remaining
and stares will be dull
and blank again
as my thoughts
without wishes of you

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erroded

I’ve twisted tendons
and callused my soles
from searching to meet you
on softer terrain
I’ve tripped up my words
and torqued my soul
from trying to meet you
on higher planes

But you like to lie
close to the ground
to limit perspectives
to single use views

taper expectations
to scraps of paper
thrown clear of anticipation
And any yearning
they may birth
crawling, trawling
scraping up traces
that may promise more
than what has been earned.

So I’ll tear up my efforts
use─║essly sown
in barren dirt
devoid of worth
beyond burying hurt
And never again
set sights or foot
on this trodden plain

reset

Your kind words
swept my heart clean
of those verbs
that tied it to a past
shifted to lesser
than platonic planes
divided by mountains of time
The sky is now all we share

fall

Though it came
without rain or relief
By the end of October
I knew it was all over

Silence hung
like a threat
hunched in a stand off
between the earth
and the clouds

Leaves turned brown
leaning far down
begging the wind
to release them

Birds gathered and scattered
Words ceased to matter
Waiting for distraction
was the only action
of defiance left
for those bereft
of hope and rope enough 
to pull or swing from

Come November
and even leaves
cannot remember
what it felt to be green
reaching for blue sky
as I cannot recall
how or why
I reached for you
Just the hurt and
the taste of dirt
that came with falling

skin to skin

Let us lie
skin to skin
and abide
’till colours and lines
blur with time
and all it has taken back from us
‘Till we find
solace in grey
at the end of the day
and shun the brighter rays
that blanch us from its horizons

Let’s not talk of things
we cannot change
Of all those mistakes
we should have made
while we still believed
we could rise with the tide
and find higher ground

Let our artifacts gather around
and life’s lessons tie us down
Let the dust pile on high
while we lie
skin to skin
breathing out
breathing in
Breathing out
our love’s
last sigh

the hardest act

if you must act
concede
relinquish
withdraw
and let the play go on
beyond your view

sometimes the best
you can give
is nothing

never again

Regrets mistakes misgivings
disappointments
I can sweep aside
It’s the beauty I’ve held
but will never again
that tears at me inside

pointless

I knew and know
that anything
you could say, think or feel
about me
good or bad
right or wrong
once over
would hurt
only slightly less
than if you had
no opinion at all
So I never asked

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