to let you go

                                                              @ Scarlet Verses

i let you go,
& now the bench looks cold --
empty & stilled by ice

even the trees are strangers,   
veiled in heavy crystals
& silent as the cold wind -- 

i walk along the park,
trying to embrace the moment
of your absence, like a warm
candle light 

that flickers my chest,
softer than snowflakes --  
i hold the fragments of your face 
precious as the sun --

loneliness      
sharpens like icicles 
draping my morning window --

good-byes should be transient 
as winter, a flip-side to hellos-
but i find that 
everything burns inside --  

maybe i need to learn the art
of forgetting when i remember, &
of remembering when i forget 

hope curls like a tiny seed 
of spring -- 


Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Poetics:  Art of Letting Go
Shared with Poets United
Happy weekend from cold and frosty Canada ~      

Missing you

first blush of snow

fell this morning 

 - the color of sadness

   is white -

bereft of sweat, and 

memories of your hands  

rough as brown soil

trailing my inner thighs

your soft lips

opening the core of me

stains the bed sheets

stormy sea and darkest sky

- the taste of black tea 

  is spicy - 

devoid of secrets-

the room becomes just another room 

white walls, full of unopened boxes 
cabinet shelves, bare of cutlery   

but aches - sealed tight in jars  
and papers - inked by echoes  

of your words, slow gentle rain

on my face, canvas of longing

- without you, 

  all seasons are the same -

Posted for:   D'verse Poets Pub - Missing You -
Hosted by Stuart McPherson

I am happy to be on-line and devoting more time to writing ~ 

Thanks for the visit ~  









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Insignificant

drop by drop
fading against the midnight sun 


grey to white
melting peacock feathers into ashen dust  


red lined lips
chewing the bitter wood


emptiness
licking the salted wounds on breasts 


long tapered hands
turning into knives and scissor blades


if i drink the bottle of mercury 
will your needle eyes move to the right ?



a strange thing 
i have become in your house full of mirrors       



time is irrelevant 
if it breaks the river heart into a thousand stones 


darkness is more than just a moonless night
if i am now  


an insignificant dot in your palm




"“One person's craziness is another person's reality.” 
― Tim Burton 


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and D'verse Poets Pub:    Where in the world?   :   Thanks for the visit.

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