Or perhaps it was
You, and not all the sonnets
A means without end
(May 17, 2017)
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Confession: How Far I Feel I Fell
I fellFor I feltFor you.Falling awayI felt I mustFall for you.To feelI feltI must fall.I fellThrough silence,Through words.I feltAlive,Yet alone.I feltYou mustAs well.You fellAway,I feel.I fell;You fellAway.I fell,And fell,And fall:Still fall,Ongoing,Unmoving.Love lost,Like leaves,Falls away.(May 17, 2017) -
No Shade to Shadow
To whom should I speakIf not to you,Or my projection of you?The morning’s soft shadowsFlicker no lightUpon the lake;A ghost gray glowsA presentimentInto the day.Are you thereIn the morning’s shadows?They flee the sun.I hold out my handsEmpty of shadows.(May 16, 2017) -
Apostrophe
AgainI address youThe other selfMyselfSplit into reflectionRefractedThrough a lensNeither you nor IYet another otherBeyond us bothWho turns againWith a jaundiced eyeGazes and thus transformsYou me usInto a fractal arrayWithout apparent source(May 14, 2017) -
Residuum
I rarely know whatI’m going to writeUntil I start to writeOr even while I writeYet still I returnIn spite of or becauseOf this uncertaintyI return to commonFor me themes againAnd yet again untilMy obsessions begetClichés and settleLike broken bodiesTo the sea floor(May 14, 2017) -
To Whose Robes We Cling
“Our interpreted world”–Rainer Maria RilkeThey do move among usThrough us around usSometimes even are usA putting on of clothesWe have an insightA flash of lightThen fall awayAn emptied faceSnagged on grace’sBrief flameAn ember’s pauseBefore lost to smokeWe are our angelsLost to our world(May 12, 2017) -
Small Talk
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With words as walls to define,Where we stand’s unstable;Language’s grappling hooksLift us to destroy.I’m no more than a taleTold to reinforce a whole.In silence, and because of silence,Fragments foster resentmentLike flowers tossed on the floor.Small talk’s leathery skinSlips around us like a sheath,Protecting against discourses’Dangers: the traps, the unlacings,Coy revelations, and truth’sSudden inexplicable violence.(May 17, 2017) -
Creation
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Briefly, in the beginningYou can see—A metaphor thickens:Galactic dust, alongA horizon,Momentarily coalesces.Yet, the gravityOf the eventFails you;And what was imaginedVanishes like breathInto the breathless air.(May 17, 2017) -
To Live’s to Fear
Aware, to an extent,How the air extendsLike follicles senseA metaphor’s thickening,He rescinds permissionTo dream himself,Then retracts, like a hermitCrab refuses a shell.He likes his old walls.His skin’s tight confinesHelp to hold him in.Secure in a cell’s comfort,He’s safe in his belief:the chains make him free.(May 4, 2017) -
Tesserae
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He placed bits before herBroken thoughts fragments of loveAn offering for her to puzzleTogether in increments overtimeIn hopes that these tokensThese talismans would sufficeTo form a larger pictureOf all he could never sayYet his patterns remainedAbstract if not obtuseHis intentions blurred behindShattered and pixilated boneNo frame work no mortarTo hold his heart together(May 2, 2017) -
The Anarchy of Need
He wrote into a breach,A way through to someOther not himself;Like water through rock,He slipped through fissures,Ached along the cracks.There were slow momentsWhen his old skin raspedRoughly on the wall,Leaving trails of bloodLike blotches of inkSplashed across the floor;Moments when his breathCaught hard in his throat,Unable to speak.(April 30, 2107) -
Unconsummated
“my mouth is wet with your life”–H. D.He held youThere: loose, free,Out of control.As if one could,In any form ,Control your you.You sensed the netHe threw, then sloughedYour skin, and fled.(April 30, 2017) -
No Echo
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I’ve whispered secretsTo you for years,Without response.Who’s deaf? Me,You? Is silenceA response?In a winter’s vault,I am a ghost;You, a projection,A bat’s lyric cryWithout a wallTo reflect definition.(April 26, 2017)
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