Reborn Upon the Night

Two hands break the surface

Ooze separating with uneven sound

Grey film clings until bits slip away

Hands grow to forearms

The moonlight cares little

Whistling wind picks up leaves

They dance an unsightly dance

Mirroring chaos as they scatter about

Hollow grunt spills upon the breeze

Forearms bear shoulders

Clouds stretch thin above

Howl pierces the darkness

Echoes seem disinterested in replying

Shoulders yield a head topped torso

Its form testing movement

Tasting escape upon the night

Decay reborn as embodiment

Our fears break free to run wild

It soft footsteps allow shadows to part

The gentle tap upon the shoulder

As sincere as the handshake

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Tomorrow’s Dream

What do I want tomorrow

I ponder this riddle often

Pretending I control those plans

Reasons fly away like bats

Never upon straight moonbeams

Cascading upward, dust in breezes

Idling meanings with purposes

Proclaiming territory on receding tide

I can explain everything clearly

I have no knowledge of why or how

As this sun sinks to the netherworld

My eyes create what will be forward

When the clouds obscure my vision

I’ll repeat this over aftermorrow too

Swirls in the Mind

Thoughts swirl

Like creamer in coffee

Filaments loosely connected

Running like a child

Splashed like a mud puddle

Togetherness for chaos sake only

Rainbow raindrops falling

Without landing on thirty ground

Their mystery cloaked in abstract

Scattered puzzle pieces

Awaiting the hand to assemble

Only fear is that they are meaningless

Empty Space

Cobwebs fill the hollows Places where the heart once beat Polished stone simulated warmth Lovely looks aren’t always welcoming Memory has cruel plaster coating Imperfections glide through life Perfection has its chains

Recreate

I long for simple times

I remember when it was perfect

Being as one without boundaries

Magic lived between what was us

Just to bring that back for a moment

To grasp the raw emotions

No plague of worry or thought

When the mist clears my eyes

A lone thought cries out

How do you recreate

What never was

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Autumn

Her long brown hair trails

A little tattered at the ends

You feel her presence quickly

The air turns cool as she moves

Dark eyes sparkle with color

Her smile warming at first

Against a deep blue sky she glides

Trees glow in her wake

You hate to see her turn away

Behind her a long dark shadow

In which things slowly fade away

Color breathes rapidly now

Jealousy

Cold fingers slowly squeezing

Breath of life from within

Desire for everything deserved

Acceptance never an option

Insatiable want steeps the soul

There are no cures fittingly

They wouldn’t be good enough

Or plentiful in the nice things

Cast by insecurity within wax

The hollow shell, all that remains

A life lived by envy and greed

if only being human was enough

dead reckoning – Wordle

dead reckoning: to find yourself bothered by someone’s death more than you would have expected, as if you assumed they would always be part of the landscape, like a lighthouse you could pass by for years until the night it suddenly goes dark, leaving you with one less landmark to navigate by—still able to find your bearings, but feeling all that much more

My life in walls

Always looking to patch

Finding something to hang

The walls separate rooms

Those keeps of secrets

Those keeps of lost ones

Ear to the door

Voices ring hollow

Trapped in past

I hear a moment

Clear, faces come forward

Soft images built on memory

Suddenly, they are there

Like they never left me

Short sided view steeps

It was me that left them

To dwell in netherworld

I reassure myself

it keeps them alive