Penance
mired in the past
endlessly forced to repeat
the sins of my youth
–
born of fire-
ashes rise
into the night
mired in the past
endlessly forced to repeat
the sins of my youth
–
born of fire-
ashes rise
into the night
a callous wind blows
through the cracks in these old bones
and broken windows
–
rusty mountains-
poppy fields in
a sniper’s scope
icy autumn breath
a sliver of the full moon
gazes down on me
–
morning run-
frozen leaves
crunch underfoot
waiting for the sun-
sitting on a weathered dock
fishing rod in hand
–
fly fishing-
casting shadows
on the water
a single oak leaf
silently floats through the air
under azure skies
–
twelve again-
shuffling through
a pile of leaves
coastal bittersweet-
north winds blow the raging sea
against the breakers
–
highland cliffs-
amethyst heather
in bloom
sensing acceptace
evil walks in the daylight
no longer afraid
–
sunlight-
insects scatter
from prying eyes
staring at myself-
the bottom of a shot glass
looking back at me
–
oasis-
an empty carcass
in the sand
hard conversations
and a tongue well versed in the
dialogue of death
–
cherry blossoms-
walking the garden
with just enough poison
waiting for the sun
thready morning clouds make way
for her arrival
–
open windows-
awake before
the alarm