Hour One
To begin, I go shopping —
coffee and tea and several
extravagancies — as if
one could lure the muse
with dark chocolate and
a cider-scented candle.
Love
A heart so badly broken
every beat brings pain
tears that flow are calling
to never fall again
scars all on the surface
run deeper than the eye
a wall has formed around it
higher than the sky
A brave one sees the tower
and venture in they must
and soon this mighty wall
is nothing more than dust
The heart is beating wildly
afraid that it might fall
but the brave one holds it gently
and proves love conquers all
Fuse (Hour One)
My fuse has grown short with all this burning.
I am still smoking, a meteor crashed to Earth.
When the end is not the end,
But a gateway into Hell,
What can you do but endure your demons
Until they grow weary with gnawing at your flesh
And say, “You win. The exit is straight ahead and to the right.”
At times I’ve danced with them, found them amusing,
But they would always do something sneaky then,
And prove that we are not friends,
And that they are bent on destroying me.
They are not sentimental.
But then, neither is Kali.
They don’t know that I am she,
And that I will eat them all,
When they least expect it.
the end
they’re coming
she thinks
can’t be sure
so long since she’s seen light
weeks
time drips slowly down here
collecting
into lonesome puddles
she will not be saved
she thinks
the waiting will kill her first
she thinks
anticipation
the dread of uncertainty
she can’t stand it anymore
she says aloud
unlocking the inner door
she says it again
unbolting the outer door
she says it louder
opening the hatch
she screams
I can’t stand it anymore
as she is met with the smother of
darkness
Mornin’
In the mornin’ I get up to face the day,
I never miss the time to pray.
It gives me time to just be still,
And just to be in his will.
To hear his sweet voice in my ear,
to listen and do and be what I hear.
I know each day he’ll be the same,
He never forgets to call my name.
He loves me and he seeks me out,
He makes sure I know what my life is all about!
Prompt 1 – In The End
He beckoned Me,
In the end.
Time moved slowly
When his hand so tenderly
Took mine.
And the moment,
Was so tender,
I could not help but wonder
If this destruction,
This loss of being,
Were a dream.
But he beckoned
And I followed
And I would soon see
That –
Reality often
Fiction surpasses,
In the end.
Hour One- Endings
ENDINGS
Always taking a swipe at me
Aiming for my complacency
For my compliance and my character
Sometimes those endings are minor, simple
A transition from one place to the next
A flow so simple, you barely feel the wave
Your feet gently tickled
As you a take your step.
Sometimes the earth is shattered
All you knew or thought you believed
Is dismantled
Destroyed
Obliterated
Naked and wounded
You are left with the aftermath
A puzzle
An accountability
An inevitably
Historically, hauntingly
Your ending transforms
Transmutes
A beginning
The pieces come together
The ruins are swept away
Your challenge apparent
To begin anew.
Your ending was just a beginning
A Photograph Poem#1
Captured moment, capsules in time
Faded memories, that never run dry
The window of the soul, visual eyes
Ink in the wind imprinted in mind.
Gone with the wind promises turned to lies.
Words soaked in an elixir of bittersweet disguise.
Unrequited love and daunting desire.
Forever just a word and never been a prize.
Jaded and tattered for the meantime.
The end of the beginning but still thrive.
Letting go marred the spirit and maimed the soul.
The end is inevitable,
So do I.
1
I want to watch it
with you
The flames in the sky
the fiery sun –
exploding
or
The waves crashing
the liquid ice
overtaking
what’s left of their world
or
The earth shaking
cracked open
ready to swallow
their world
I want to watch it
with you
Their world ending.
Their world.
It was never ours
