Sisyphus
reaching for the sun-
all those years spent climbing up
just to fall back down
–
scorched earth-
blackened stumps
to the horizon
Category Archives: Lost
Tryst
the dimly lit booth-
a small guttering candle
spills it’s meager light
–
two martinis-
your foot on
my bar stool
Sight
talking to himself-
making his way down a street
only he can see
–
gathering clouds-
her eyes a shade of
coffee cream
Distance
circling eagles-
nesting on the mountaintop
as Sisyphus weeps
–
wavering sands-
a desert oasis
just out of reach
Weather
the harsh morning sun-
touring the damage again
for the final time
–
green and black clouds-
through broken glass
the storm arrives
Death
the hand of darkness
dragging down the daylight as
the sun lies dying
–
ruthless sun-
vultures wait
in the thermals
Barbershop
the snick of scissors-
years of her identity
in piles on the floor
–
afternoon rain-
the buzz of gossip
and razors
Kindness
she gives him her name-
for a just moment they share
their humanity
–
snow covered sidewalk-
she wraps her dog
in the blanket
Gone
on gossamer wings-
fate finds you leaving this vale
far before your time
–
endless night
dawn reaches out
her empty hand
Were
the silver wolf moon-
in truth I’ll beg no solace
until the sunrise
–
so many people-
at lunch in the park
he yearns for the moon