Shades~
34 years since the
bright shine of my creation
awaken, the dream
a living, breathing
reality
nothing eclipses
quite like the moon
the great expanse
hidden by shadows
temporary
all our transgressions
noted alongside
pivotal points
of self-made
success
I look at the sky
and I think
nothing even remotely
resembles what I had
anticipated
and yet moments still
eclipse the years
one after the other
and I get lost in the
shadows
Discover~
all of life
is not a
flower
there is
room, too
for the
dandelion
a golden flake
of light
to prove
there is
beauty even
in what we
might initially
be inclined
to weed out
The Fall~
summer started what felt like
yesterday and a third has
steamrolled over me
leaving me flat
reminding me of summer love
and the passion
I haven’t tasted in too long
and my ass is larger
than is should be and I
feel like the whole world
knows it bothers me
everyone sees the weakness
and dances in the hole
stepping on me
as I’m fighting to get out
and my center is too soft
so it hurts my heart
and it attacks my 33
years of building what it takes
to find out
there were cracks in the foundation
and I have loved too much
and been loved far less
and still, summer’s heated breeze
is fragrant enough to keep me
on its scent-
tracing the lines
because my free hand
isn’t quite as pretty of a picture
two thirds to go
until the fall
Buried~
what do you do when
the core rots out
from within
and you struggle
to spit out enough seeds
to keep the fruit ripening
for the plucking
but you lack
the emotional stamina
to keep it hanging out
been savored a time or two
but miss the constant bite
lip licking hungry, here
but there seems to be nothing
that offers
the healthy kind
of nourishment
and you get used
to the famine eroding
you-
have to strain
to even remember
what you were like
before the stem gave way
and you hit the ground
becoming further hidden
by the grassblades
wondering who will find
your treasure there...
