Splinters

shards of old grudges-
determined to stay angry
poisoning myself

dusty trainers-
running from the sound
of broken glass

Blood

weary of this need
yearning to see the sun but
your throat, so tempting

orion’s belt-
clouds of bats
obscure the moon

Seizure

holding you tightly
wondering just where you go
when the darkness comes

stifling heat-
electric blue veins
dance across the storm

Memento

on our bedroom shelf
a collection of sea glass
each piece a moment

dogwoods-
petals stolen
by the wind

Delusions

the girl of my dreams
or maybe just one of my
hallucinations

freshly cut grass-
watching the clouds
transform

Prudence

my better judgement
failing me once again for
momentary bliss

late summer-
the prayers
of the mantis

Torment

anticipation-
enduring the pain, thankful
for feeling at all

deadheading-
rose thorns
pierce my skin

Irony

weeping cherry trees-
a wistful gaze through windows
that never open

budding branches-
a cockatoo’s
clipped wings

Rope

the frayed rope, broken
bubbles breaking the surface
of the swimming hole

sweet spring air-
off a chestnut branch
a stout rope swings

Widows

beauty and horror
entwined around each other
in a spider’s web

morning mist-
time passes
red on black