Passing

I thought I saw

someone I knew,

she smiled at me and I returned

to fevered touches, fettered glances

of a kingdom once serene,

but then I realized

the face behind those eyes

and the walls, once glittering

unraveled with the mortar

of memory, profound–

these smiles were never ours to hold,

never ours to know,

and two shadows, ill-defined

passed again into obscurity,

no words to mar

the bittersweet serenity of silence.

* My latest contribution to the wonderful One Shot Poetry Wednesdays! Once you’ve had a look, check out some of the other One Shot Poets as well– they’re a skilled bunch of poets, looking to form a community and support one another.  Enjoy!

Repetition

Hunched shoulders to the

Sun of my iniquity,

The voiceless being cries “arise!”

And my back bows

Like a farmer to his plow

Repetition of identified

Annihilation of character

Gradually weans the child-mind

To thoughts of nonexistence—

Sometimes I think I’m going insane,

Then I wake

And do it all again.

* My latest contribution to the wonderful One Shot Poetry Wednesdays! Once you’ve had a look, check out some of the other One Shot Poets as well– they’re a skilled bunch of poets, looking to form a community and support one another.  Enjoy!