Fatalism
I wake intent on
fighting an uphill battle
I know I will lose
–
high tide
a turtle shell
lies empty
I wake intent on
fighting an uphill battle
I know I will lose
–
high tide
a turtle shell
lies empty
peacocks at the bar
we share a sidelong glance
and a private laugh
–
two swans
together
for life
bandaged wedding vows
broken trust slowly healing
despite all the pain
–
loss…
mostly
regained
through heavy eyelids
the siren song of blankets
calling out to me
–
weary…
stumbling
towards sleep
afternoon stillness
the piercing cry of a crow
hanging in the air
–
wooded path…
unintended
silence
lilacs in her hair
as she lays in the grass with
clouds floating whimsy
–
escapees from
my minds eye
in the clouds
escaping out of
my self constructed prison
into your embrace
–
bourbon
ice cubes
slowly melting
in the forest glen
a dappled fawn lies hidden
in the underbrush
–
shrouded
cloaked within
our own narrative
living in the past
reaching out for the echoes
of what used to be
–
wistful
remembering the way
things never were
iPhone vibrating
mocking my attempt to be
at one with nature
–
meditation
water threading
between my toes