#280
There’s the glow,
the warmth of a new day
fighting against the chill of
a new season, peeling the
cold blanket of the night.
Oh the morning brings light,
but not news, the dread it freezes,
and i’m coughing, choked up,
rolled and tormented, don’t deserve it,
but i’ll take it. If one is to suffer,
let it be me. i can still see the Sun,
i hear the birds, i can feel the tingle
of heat, i’m close to one star, close enough
to the rest.
i can long to leave to the unknown,
but the truth is i’m already already there.
Whether i’m tethered to the soil,
or sliding through space, i’ll never not be
in the Heavens. Truth is i don’t want to leave
so much as i want you to join me.
#281
Those endless lawns
under the brightest twilight
your silhouette under starlight
i followed you across
across and over
and up to the house.
Each foot print a stepping stone
across the damping blades of grass
oh those endless evenings
looping ever onwards every thought
every night, every wish, everything.
#282
a slow verbal dance
we waltz, mindful of
each other’s toes, one
phrase forward, another jest
back. We’re clumsy in
each other’s shoes, our
accent’s crammed toes, our
grammar trips our footing-
Still we smile.
We laugh with strangers,
exchanging idioms, sharing stories,
stepping together into something
a little less comfortable
yet all too familiar.
We hold fast.
And step together,
Again.
#283
i miss the tickle of her whispers
the most. Our heads upon
the same pillow, watching the
Sun’s lazy rise through outlines
of the curtains. We’d laugh gently,
careful not to break any illusion
of our utopia. Stretching those
flying minutes of our precious hours
as far as we could. In my heart,
i know she must be right,
we’d made our agreements long ago
in past lives.
#284
And what if i run out of poetry?
if the words fail to come?
It always seems unlikely,
you’re always in thought,
they’ll never be enough
ways to say the feelings i have,
i’ll never be able to describe it right,
but i wont stop trying.
i wont ever stop trying.
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wazoo!
-Mr. Write