Emotions – Page 70

a paper lantern
carried aloft on the breeze
lights the evening sky
—
twilight-
illuminated by
a passing lantern

often I frequent
my mind’s darker recesses
to search for solace
Or
in the dark corners
of my mind
seeking peace-

the old man’s brushes
with fluid movements coax life
out of the canvas

The night’s slow passage
A stanza in the poem
Of my sleeplessness

A tendril of smoke
Rises from her cigarette
As she sits alone

Hatred is easy
Love and compassion require
Effort and hard work.

Shards of your anger
Litter the ground around you
Keeping me at bay

With trepidation
I plant a kiss on your lips
Hoping it takes root

All this cheap bourbon
Can’t help me forget the blood
I just can’t wash off

I took for granted
Always waking up next to
Your side of the bed