Dear Mike, the trees are lost in the gray
That surrounds them today.
Barren branches strain upward with a cry
To a frozen and lifeless sky
Praying for a brighter day.
Cypress roots are stuck in a muddy bog below;
Don't know which way to go.
Their knees rise up in search of solace
Uncertain of their purpose
In this lonely winter cold.
This season of solitude no lover can defeat;
You've left me incomplete.
I wander through the trees aimlessly
Getting bored shamelessly
With every man I meet.
Spanish moss desperately cling as the wind blows through
Like I cling to you.
But, now your ashes have grown cold,
With nothing left to hold,
I need someone to talk to.
Beneath reflections a decaying log with dead leaves
Whose color the bog bereaves.
I'm stuck in a world of wintry dead,
A shivering stillness inside my head,
And cries you once consoled, no one else perceives.
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Monday, June 25, 2007
In the metapsychology of a dream
So terrifying I can't scream,
Against inner demons I strain.
They reach out from the mattress on which I lie,
Paralyzing me while you die,
And inflict you with agonizing pain.
I hear the thud as you hit the floor next to me.
My fruitless struggle last an eternity,
And I can feel your life wane.
Metaphysical hands squeeze me into the bed.
Supernatural strength suffocates me with dread
While watching you over and over again in vain.
I know it's a dream, but I cannot wake.
Trapped in a horrifyingly helpless state
Somewhere between conciousness and the inane.
This week is my friend, Lynda's, first post for Photofriday.
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
I can see the brilliance of your eyes
As you look my way,
But it's my isolation that belies
The memory of a lighter day.
My imagination has been imbued
With visions of a tender kiss,
Long ago missed
In the torment of my solitude.
You don't want to notice me anymore;
The awkwardness has soared
To a burdensome magnitude.
Now my faculties fade away.
I'm entranced by your glance,
And alienated as you play.
Desperately wanting another chance
To relive the life of a lighter day.
Sunday, June 17, 2007
I went to the arboretum yesterday even though it rained. I needed some quiet time with nature. I needed to spend it in my garden.
Though she can't speak
She cries out very much.
Velvet petals of red and pink
Reach out for my touch.
Tender seedlings struggle
For their place in my garden.
Against a weeded jungle
My heart has hardened.
She senses my presence;
Flourishes when I'm there.
I'm quieted by her essence
In return for her care.
Pushing fingers through soil,
My cells will rejuvenate.
It's for love I should toil;
A spiritual connection to cultivate.
But I have neglected her,
And myself likewise.
Physically we need each other.
It's our Life Source we recognize.
Sunday, June 10, 2007
Saturday, June 9, 2007
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