Don’t know what to write But practice makes perfect so– This is what I’ll do
When will it be time? When will the dark hour summon Death’s black chariot?
Steps slap the ground fast Hot steam rises from potholes Cars honk in traffic
They came across the Horizon in bursts of light To wake in darkness
Bowing low, he takes the Signet ring up to his lips and trades in his faith
Jumping on the tracks The light struck her body first Her life extinguished
Her breath forms a ghost As she moves through the still night But it disappears
Even if it works They all have an opinion It’s easy to judge
She sits up high on Her makeshift throne, squawking like A red, hoarse, parrot
A dull panic sets The stress fills my body with Weight like mercury
Limbs tremble with lust Passion unyielding, it thrives On the forbidden
Crunchy and golden With drizzled maple syrup Dessert for breakfast!
The mist hovers a– ‘bove the ancient clerestory, Moss weaves through its ribs
Suds and bubbles float Across the soapy surface Of the window pane
As the dust settled They didn’t know what to do Chaos was their home
A relapse of sorts Can cause a strong revery Panic will ensue
My resolution Is to take things as they are If that fails, well…hmm
Christmas is coming Packages are wrapped finely But lost in the mail!
The bird’s encircled Turkey did not stand a chance Who gets the wishbone?
Bones feeling achy Face shines with perspiration I need orange juice
Palms raised to the sky With her face kissed by the sun She greets the new day
Lazing about the Day, it’s slow, it’s cozy, it’s Fun. Sundays are…nice?
It’s my companion Behind me, following my Steps down the pathway
Where did I leave it? Did a winged beast swoop down and Tighten its talons?
A fervent plea for Grace in a time of sadness Breaks her frozen heart
Bubbles float just un- derneath the facade, the tension breaks the still surface
Steep and press the grounds Swirl a splash of two percent Drink until it’s gone
Arms wrapped around the Thick limbs of verdant arbors Two chestnut eyes sleep
Dive into the depths Of unknown mystery and Let go your cold dread
The edges have blurred, Your image gone dark, the light Fades with the last breath
To be pulled so far– Stretched thin, the breaking point is Nearer than before
A gentle hum of His wings and toss of pollen Brings colors alive
A phantom bug crawls Across my skin, the itch was Simply a loose hair
Its luminescence Made the night sky a curtain of darkest velvet
What is there to learn When it seems an unwitting Fool tightens the reins?
The fire has gone out The well has run dry, no more Do the words flow
Getting your feet on The floor, and passing through doors Is enough today
I rise with the dawn My face moves mechanically Is this my new smile?
Golden colors fall From boughs overhead and flu- tter with the chill wind
The little voice in Her head muttered softly, “It cannot be undone.”
A gentle breeze sent The leaf aflutter, spinning Through the twilight sky
Into the distance I stared in search of a face I knew once before
Ever elusive It slips through her grasp and Sinks below the dark waves
The weight of her thoughts Drove her to seek the comfort Of darkest stillness
A sugar frosted Face and coffee-colored eyes Velvet ears so soft
The small girl child dreamt Of flight through ink-stained starry Nights and perfumed hills
His gleeful laughter Rang like an alarm in my Head like bursts of fire
Suckerpunched and raw I lie collapsed on the ground Can you hear my cry?
Thou shall choke on dread Fear cannot be swallowed whole Death comes for us all
Salty drops of dew Cling to her eyelashes, be- Fore falling away