Emotions – Page 65

these poorly built walls
of isolationism
so easily breached
–
a spreading oak
the cat awaits
her safe descent

a clandestine tryst
made all the more exciting
by the recklessness
–
high desert sun
entwined eagles
fall to the earth

a misty red haze
growing stronger feeding on
hate, fear, and anger
–
cold rain
wolves circle
a wounded deer

physically drained
emotionally wiped out
I have no spoons left
–
driftwood
beaten by
the surf

old creases deepen
as a smile comes unbidden
to his weathered face
–
morning glory
blossom opens
to greet the sun

the moon overhead
a toad lifted from the lane
sitting in my hand
–
walking together
for the first time
your hand finds mine

hatred is poison
turning ignorance and fear
into pure evil
–
meandering river
crocodiles wait
just below the surface

shades from dark to pale
each made up of the other
standing arm in arm
–
frigid night
streaks of fire
light the sky

nervously sitting
in the theatre next to him
thighs almost touching
–
peacocks
dancing in the
monsoon rains

black and blue and bruised
pinned to the ropes but fighting
for our very souls
–
a hard rain
drenches all
with no regard