Struggling with the sticky bonds
Keeping my words at bay
The greater the struggle, the more they want to break free
Thinly Veiled Night
In the thinly veiled hours of night
there was nary a sound
but of the moon stretching
it’s light reaching dark corners
forgotten in the day
sleep would not come this night
with such roiling thoughts and emotions
such little minds sweeping us along
why the hurry to the other side
who are they to toy with us
when we’re already too far gone
on the precarious limb
but there’s a higher spot on the tree
where the stars feel so close
it gives a glimmer of hope
to even the darkest watcher
Lament
The ache goes so deep
it hurts
to look out at the bright sunshine
I am startled to find there’s still feeling
when my toes start to tingle
and my breath catches
despite itself
And in a rush I see your face
hear your voice
expecting you to call any day
You left your hat
as if you were coming back
But the clean water
and green, green fields called you
You will be at home there
Where there is beauty
and laughter and song
Where great playwrights are outshined
by the simple words of children
I want to come too
but I’m not ready
not done yet with the darkness and misery here
But soon we will embrace
and it will be as though no time
has passed
So until then
I will miss you and your smile and your hugs and your ideas and your presence
Summer Walk
I can taste the freshly cut grass summer air
Looking at my feet as I walk the dusty lane
I can smell the wildflowers that are nearby
The air is so thick with summer memories
I can reach out and grab them
as if they were trophies on a shelf
and not long past pleasures
Etched Whisper
aching for what came before
the whole story is etched in mind’s eye
drawn too tightly
then let go too fast
couldn’t keep up
with the needs of the master
the yawning chasm almost welcomed
but the voice filled it first
not a scream
but a whisper
I almost understood
will it always be my fault
the things that weren’t there
but seemed so real
hurt with real scars to show for it
but feather light filters through
to those who can only barely see
when they’re in the midst of clouds
the story continues relentlessly
whether you comprehend or not
just hold a bit longer
The Word Rummager 