Sunday, December 4, 2016

Poems from October/November

O Spark
at times I loathe thee
who brings me from comfort uncaring
to press on through bitter circumstance

When Death I walked beside
and parted ways at the gate
I could not go with him
for in my home the spark
though often doused, still yearned
to blaze unbridled beacon bright
to shed light on forgotten shores

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Daydream ambitions
on mulberry streets
summered away
in strawberries sweet
her ginger haired sunlight
freckled in starlight

my juniper moonlight
my wait for you all night
my tulip blossoming in June

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Through the veil
I almost could have touched you,
We were so familiar.
If I had only been around
If I had been a better me
I would still know you

Mountain mist,
Cold in my lungs.
You are present in my thoughts,
While life goes on without you,
Pretending you were not the centerpoint
Around which life revolved,

As if life did not concern you.
Perhaps it never did.
In the end I stand in misty memory
Straining to recall your face.