WORDCHASM

I find myself questioning more and more as time passes. A constant questioning that begun when I was of the youngest age. It seems to be a process constantly reshaping itself. Here I find the difficulty to even try to bring it into focus. Trying to process the process is an [...]

She shot my heart, twenty
caliber pistol–spiteful,
vengeful–I could not turn, plead,
beg forgiveness.
She loaded bullets packed
of cheat-ful powder–bang! Civil war,
both sides lost–countless reminiscence,
slaughtered romance.

Speak elongated breath–a kite
carry words, imagine–me
on a journey, blue sky–white–in
cloud pillow. Lonely head rest,
bosom soft, impressing comfort–ear
deaf to all, but your mouth.

You will be death
to the heart, outside bars
like little sparrow, trust feline
not stalk under its cage.
There, I–fragile–trust
freedom to give myself
like feline in lap. I surrender
independence, selfishness–you pounce,
feathers asunder! skwaks!
silent, you prance; another lap, bed.
My wings, sprung, cage me
to this ravaged heart.

Lift me to dream: nightfall breeze
whisking yellow curls; bosom-balloon
floating heavy head; finger-feet
tiptoeing disheveled hair; lip-sponges
soaking anxious tears; hand-wings
gliding across frantic face
to carry me from hard woes.

As the cold days approach I am reminded how the time has passed and how these pages have gone unattended. I pick the tool up again to scribe what is not important, other than to keep the hand warm and accustomed to the this tool. On this second day of November, I am [...]