Mourning
cold tears of mourning
mix with the rain as I turn
my face to the sky
–
false dawn-
I’m sill here
without you
Category Archives: Broken
Crime
reliving the past
what lengths I wouldn’t go to
for absolution
–
dogwood blossoms-
blue jays raid
a sparrow nest
Emptiness
nothing left at home
save the old chair and sofa
that I brought with me
–
vacant memories-
cobwebs cling
to empty shelves
Passing
one flame extinguished
while another adds it’s light
to the firmament
–
eyes downcast-
black armbands
wet with rain
Coffee
old invitations-
coffee’s brewed in the kitchen
if you’d ever show
–
rising steam-
cozy dreams
of coffee shops
Penance
another meeting-
I know your failings so well
as I do my own
–
rain slicked neon-
another club soda
graces my glass
Religion
knelt down before you-
my voice offered as a sign
of my devotion
–
scorched copper sky-
blood I’ve spilled
on your alter
Loneliness
reading into my
masochistic tendencies-
our old love letters
–
grimy windows-
a metal fan
stirs the air
Humanity
the fifth of July
a time for reflection on
what we have become
–
saguaro cactus-
a small sneaker
in the sand
Night
my open window-
from the red barn a white owl
asks me one question
–
transfixed-
the field mouse stares
at his death