Where
Forgotten Hollows
Caring Notes
Frail Clinging
Life’s Dish
Of
Running Vines
Sojourning Eyes
Your Empty Eyes
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Where
Where are the
songs of springing youth why think I
not of them while clouds float through a trebled clefs
scaled sky as though looming in a soft dying sway she touches
the stubble plains with a rosy hue while choirs of mosquitoes mourn
along a drying river bed where swallows barely borne aloft sinking
as the night wind leaves dying grasses hedge crickets singing
of trebles soft while red breasted robins whistle from a
hardened gardens croft and gathering swallows
twitter in the skies without thoughts
of ever being lost.
Magic hidden
coves and forgotten foreign
hollows shining silky mountain morns
only now to be faced within an empty interiors
redecorated heart worn land warily sets off down the
road headed for your lonely sixty’s archived home where
some feel you’ve embraced a not so colorful reasoning in that
you’ve kept the home fires up & burning by doing the same old
menial task as cleaning and whatever else it takes that keeps
your thoughts occupied from misleading yearnings that
would remind you why it is none seem quite sure
anymore of what your doing which could
appear like just a ideal situation that
had long sense been burning
about accidentally to
be happening and
suddenly what
kind of future could
that possibly have when you
just may have discovered the missing
and almost forgotten pieces located on some
quaint little south flat prairie shelf in the Colorado
obscure mountain Rockies where you had again lost your
precious self with so many which had flown like the brownish
mountain feathered dewy doves mourning only to follow
their hearts back to fresh fleshed beds where they
last wallowed for expectations yearning.
You came again last
night touching this empty lonely love
drained soul with your tenderness and caring filling
the hollow hole where it dormant lay again my heart and spirit
were revived to meaningful joyful living's as we frolicked somewhere
on the whirling winds of ways embraced in loves enchantment yet I felt the
days surviving with waking woe how I'd never retrace these wonderful steps to
your ever caring door with enchanted curtains silky lace or dare thought I you
would anywhere adventure to near to mine and I wished so that I could tell
when you may arrive so I could've tidied up a bit but all in all seemed
well and you never noticed the cleaning which in I thought while I
fought the dawn to hold you but you slipped unintentionally
through the quickened grasp and left my play filled
thoughts living in a youthful yet today I
felt it pass as the day lingered
I remembered faintly where my life’s
been surely cast yet I hold your caring note
of returning while sleeping tightly in
your restful grasp.
Clinging softly to
delicately petaled frail wings of roses O
how my times so full of tender discards perplexing
this coal sane char cooled worlds brain while tonight's tender
night moon sits suspended on her legless throne cherished with all her
starry friends who have no light to give her only what's theirs from heaven
blown to them on faery's green verdurous flourishing looms waving through
accomplished fields of breezes on this far worlds mossy ways while wild
flowers aren't able to even comprehend the soft incense hanging
from their withering boughs embalmed in the moonlit
darkness though guesses each as sweet yet know
nothing of cumins seasoning while fast fading violets blanket
themselves in early autumns murderous haunt of Alders leaves dying
early on summers eve darkly listening many a time I'm half in love with
such easeful death calling it soft names in many a mused rhyme wishing
it would take the airs quiet breath away now more than ever appears in
richness to die to cease easing upon the midnight with no pain while
others are pouring forth written souls overboard abroad in
such ecstasy yet I sing and dream yet all
my hearings vain.
Served up a severed
empty heart's irresponsible crime
some left over litter from past dreams fright
she's still confident even with the new mornings tearains
still crying her nights long defeat tattered and tried
she bowed in retreat the beaten dove
flies, having no love to meet
remembrance would just
have to wait lest she
die for memories
widows quake.
Separation..!
she knows the places a
wanderlust a sensitive drifting moon
alone to face another autumn's gloom paled and
possessed of one lonely wish e'er in search of her lost
silver dish you wouldn't perceive that she'd been broken
at all but from a distance you'd swear she was gracefully
floating but under her jacket concealed stained times
missing under ruby shoes enameled toes teasing
love's defeat trailings of lace from her eyes
and cheeks plays upon tautest bronze
memorial strings. “oh my poor
widowed bitter sweet.”
Six foot plus
and so more such ascending yet 'twas
I meant to e'er be standing in your darkened shadow
O wishing how I'd never made your acquaintance O you like
some monumental silhouetted gargoyle a sculpture in everlasting
stone over hearts turned to watch yet howbeit bestowing such
woe away and never ever far from emotional thresholds of
doors why for griefs sake you user of poor hearted
souls dare I to lift my head though the daz
as before me may shine be it only by
reason of senses which I
bear of thine bourn
of yore.
Ivy vines around
the thatched eves running dressed as
subtle sweet green spirits bold in their speaking yet
smooth as vintaged wines wrapping and clinging to everything
around as though they have never been loved while the shy generous
earth can do nothing but embrace her clinging lover yet she conspires
with the seasons of myst and of covert times for blossoming friends
she longs to bless and see again too the flowers wild for the
budding bees to drink and share of life's given pollen
to others patiently waiting there chance for loves
embrace while gluttonous Ivy laughing has
over brimmed her shelves and holds
the keys to so many locked in
clammy prison cells of
spidery lace.
Waking anguished
to a dripping brow next to my cheeks
lies a long blond smiling faded rose I had nothing to
offer her but some writing woes and this sorrowing self yet her
eyes were wild in joy as she looked to me as the appearance of loves
own self cresting atop foaming perilous seas on faery sprays forever gone
yet not so forgotten while she nothing else sees all her daz long and sure
in language of confession said I love and need you true while nuzzling
closer cooing as sweet as a springing shy dawn lulling me again into
restful dreaming O for goodness sakes... Merci..! I've been in a
thralling of foolishness in ghostly apprehension gaped
awake finding your softly curled sojourning eyes
and lips starved in mornings hue dared
I to touch and give to you
mine.
Oh my sweet sad and lonely lady my dreams are filled with your loving face haunted with your swollen green eyes their hollow emptiness fills my aching spirit with a sorrow that I've never known tho clear bright and shiny I see greenish oceans through my own blue seas of grief pouring out desperation in rivers of silent communication washing upon
our sequestered
island souls so much effort
hiding pain and vulnerability hidden in
shelves lost refrains while below window shoppers
waning lights reflecting inquiring eyes on starry nights I hid
in an attic concealed in my mind on a shelf behind volumes of bars
concealing my time and ran through antiquities like some awkward
slime hoping to find occasions back in my mind but wound up
spending to much time sighing memorizing to many signs
and in while crying to analyze spent most of my
time and oh look at how I've forgotten
these precious times.
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