winter silhouettes
a copse of sailboat masts cut
from the dawning sky
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
Drag
a flash of silver
swimming in place, lingering
against the current
–
buffeted and battered-
leaning
into the wind
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
Broken
the marquee of dreams
in the theatre of my mind
ripe with false promise
–
summer rain-
the blind
desert sands
Missing
forced conversation-
a glance at his empty chair
then awkward silence
–
oddly quiet-
the azure sky
free of birds
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
Drag
a flash of silver
swimming in place, lingering
against the current
–
buffeted and battered-
leaning
into the wind
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
Broken
the marquee of dreams
in the theatre of my mind
ripe with false promise
–
summer rain-
the blind
desert sands
Missing
forced conversation-
a glance at his empty chair
then awkward silence
–
oddly quiet-
the azure sky
free of birds
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