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And I Cried

And I cried. 

In the city of blue – I was aware of repeating refrains of sadness – moaned from spires high. 

Beauty lost in years of the addictive problem – the addictive problem – unrecognized – by choice. 

Her face floated in morning red haze across Harbinger Bay – a warning – unheeded. 

Long, long nights echoed pain of impossible; a tattoo stain we shared – impossible – impossible. 

There was no learning, only frequent – frosted – frowning – failure by choice – and frowning. 

She was injured – time demonstrated no mercy – ghastly, oh so ghastly – her ghostly frame. 

Resources were chained in boxes with bad mold hid in cellars underneath abandoned ruins of castles. 

Almost – Almost – Almost was a flag flown half-mast while commitment was off hunting fox in forests green. 

And I cried.

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An Orchid’s White

 

An orchid’s

white

atop a cliff

 

A dance

with wind

on fade

of

light

 

It’s fragrance

hid

from love’s

 

delight

 

No lips would miss

this orchid’s

white

 

Spiraling –

slow

no sound in

flight

 

swallowing whole

by darkness

 

blight

 

 

An orchid’s

white

first taste

of

 

night

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