Showing posts with label sad. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sad. Show all posts

Thursday, March 2, 2017

A bluebird likely named Emily D.


This afternoon I saw a magpie that was having a bad day.

He landed in the driveway, 
his breast was heaving and his head cocked at me-
Who found herself smiling. 

With a twitch she switches sides, 
she strobes a cocked moment. 
A second later, he shook himself, 
his feathers fluffed and re-stacked,
he unpacked his folded wardrobe, 
whipping out wrinkles

and flew towards the mountains 
-East. 
Warm body, she faced the fading sun.


Painting by Rubens Peale,1865 in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Saturday, January 16, 2016

Sad today, more sorrow tomorrow


Squeezed my eyes so tight
I crimped my nose
trying to seal the heavy drapes
eyelids
the event horizon
line of eyelash hairs
black holes that hope
when
I open-
s  l  o  w  l  y  
to rearrange the world
around me
or just wishing to warp
and disintegrate my reality
I wish to be taken
hostage for a dream
it would seem most simply
escape is what I mean
I find myself thinking
of my keys
prism pavement
welcoming
the open road
to just go
a  w  a  y  
get lost
which I've found
you cannot do 
accidentally
to night 
I fight
gravity
pinned in place
notching another
non event rising day.




Image by Chameleon, via Wikimedia (Public Domain).

Saturday, November 14, 2015

Lamp of love


My Sun: Embrace me light of day,

Your golden hallowed rays
kiss my skin with freckles
Your eternal optimism
is what we need, every day.

Steelier than others
the nights frost still stabs
You relieve the stars
from their grand spectacle.

I can feel your pulse
when I am held under you
It is reassuring, like a baby's
breath, in a mirror.

Leave me a smile
before you set
your sights
on another day

for healing a shot in the dark.



Image By Menke Dave, U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons. Snow geese at sunrise.

Half-dozen Mud cakes

Back to wood decks, quarter-size spiders, webs, moss  and creatures stirring in the hollow nights Back to no side-walks and skirting into th...