Torment
anticipation-
enduring the pain, thankful
for feeling at all
–
deadheading-
rose thorns
pierce my skin
anticipation-
enduring the pain, thankful
for feeling at all
–
deadheading-
rose thorns
pierce my skin
a flash of silver
swimming in place, lingering
against the current
–
buffeted and battered-
leaning
into the wind
age pierces my side-
gasping as my youth runs out
between my fingers
–
crying crows-
my chest heaving at
mile marker two
it’s been a long ride-
this road’s often difficult
but worth the journey
–
apple blossoms-
taken by the
wandering wind
the heat off your skin
bending the air and making
my resolve waver
–
desert sands-
shimmering water
in the distance
the hum of the road
whispering it’s lullaby
rocking me to sleep
–
empty conch shells-
a rush of warm surf
overcomes me
shortening my stride
slowing behind old lovers
walking hand in hand
–
icy harbor-
the crush of a
rising and falling tide
cold drops of silver
spill into the open mouth
of the crescent moon
–
starlight-
a barn owl glides
through leafless trees
guttering gas lamps
weakly lighting the platform
where she waits, in vain
–
the scent of jasmine-
a silent stream
turns to ice
tumbling down hill
chatting and laughing aloud
running to the sea
–
freshly frozen-
on the lake shore
crackled glass