intently watching
as the castle in the sky
slowly drifts apart
–
drifting snow-
together leading
separate lives
Category: Irony
Disappointment
I break a bit more
every time I remember
you’re not coming home
–
overcast skies-
again the postman
skips my house
Zen
perfectly flat stones
skipping on a gentle arc
across the water
–
a quiet splash-
willow branches
touch the water
Lost
the late august sky-
from behind the thinning clouds
unfamiliar stars
–
the dead of night-
a pewter moon
rising
Farther
standing in a queue
at the end of my patience
quite unlike this line
–
wind blown sagebrush-
the road I’m on ends
at the horizon
Decline
in the overgrowth
well worn by the hands of time
forgotten tombstones
–
by the window
waiting, staring
at the falling snow
Addiction
dwelling in the past-
bricked up in this house of pain
my arm, my jailer
–
a wasp’s sting-
repeated lies
no longer told
Commuting
eaten alive, wedged
in the belly of the beast
resigned to his fate
–
roaring water-
the spawning grounds
await upstream
Commitment
acrid smoke rising
the ruins of our marriage
burned and smoldering
–
twilight-
our wedding vows
worn and tarnished
Death
empty eyes soulless-
sliding down the razors edge
between life and death
–
soft rattles-
promises of release
in the tall grass