As she holds me for
one last time, I reflect and
remember love's days.
She knows not that I will be
changing the spin of her world.
Next topic: sunrise/sunset at the beach
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As she holds me for
one last time, I reflect and
remember love's days.
She knows not that I will be
changing the spin of her world.
Next topic: sunrise/sunset at the beach
white sands shelter shells
as Sun stretches her strong rays
lovers long embrace
later returning
bid Sun good-bye, Moon hello
Next: sledding
Slick ice underbutt
buries the mantel of Spring's green
in glistering white
to charm the skidding children
whose wildness carves their course.
Sense of oneself upon approaching a black hole.
okay, I'm getting rather tired of always saying :thumbs_up so just assume I always admire yours, and let's be done with it, k-o, IP? :p
quiet humming of
rushing veins packed in boundless
atmospheric chill;
succumb to the sucking draw
of ultimate emptiness
ignoring your conscience
just because I know
better doesn't mean I won't
do it anyway
stupid voices in my head
wish they'd just leave me alone
doing something courageous
Likewise Riesa, honestly (but I'll still point out what I really like :)).
The sky glows brighter
as with lanterns lit the lean
strike discord in streets;
a monarch grim sits on gold
given for distribution.
Waiting for the worms. (I'm listening to it now)
staring across years
his gaze settles upon her
chestnut hair, green eyes
sparkling as she turns to leave.
dying, he waits for the worms...
sunshine belies the mood
leaves of dismal gold
dangle wrinkled faces that
drain slow, summer’s blood
clotting in heaves and stops; a
false warmth, granting only chill
next: frost
Light freckles the lawn
in a glittering landscape
of dawn's drowsiness,
light sharpening to sustain
green under radiant garb.
Pigeons.
she sits in the rain
observing sheltered pigeons,
wonders how they thrive
as she struggles through the days...
one more finds its own haven
at the ice skating rink
Really haven't been
here for times long enough to
forget everything.
So when I fly through the white
I forget all the pain in feet.
Winter being late.
Sudden waves of ice,
ground baren and chills within
the sky looms empty.
Geese spell overhead the chain,
but snow refuses to fall.
Drunk cosmonauts.
getting drunk in space
spun out silver suits in streams
of vodka? depends
on which space station tonight’s
seeking heights higher than high
next: empty city streets on a windy day
Rotten teeth of cars,
cruel shadow flicker leaves,
howling broach of cold;
tossed discomfort and dismay
push of fickle feathertips.
The cataclysmic cushion of phobia.
Like Newton's theory,
objects of fear stay in fear
anxious like Prufrock,
casual blankets wrap the heart
desire hid like swaddled sons.
That was a tough one.
Disappearing snow.