A new month, new energy, and plenty of new creations under my belt…
Come on, 2015, there’s still a little time left. Let’s finish it with a bang!
(And some poetry, of course…)
Outside, the snow is falling
silence stretches in the weight behind
the distance flakes have traveled
what they have seen
what they have known
lonely mementos of their fading.
Can you hear me now?
A spirit on your shoulder would ask the question how
but I think between us we shall know
it’s long since lost the trancing glow—
every calculated bleating
is a pointed technologic drifting
from the act an individual nation
dared to call communication.
Lacquer me a home.
Bind me the straps of soul
in cardboard disarray;
slip the demon under feathered lies,
mask the beast of flesh
men dare to call a world.
Hide the soil of me.
Hide from the weathered light
we drink.
Solace is the space between.
Silent morning springs
the rain’s gentle kiss nothing
to the loss of you.
Smile for memory—
Two ships pass bygone harbors
The sea stretches on.
By Iquanyin Moon, for One Shoot Sunday.
I cannot see you anymore.
It ends in solitude,
The salient serration of your survival
Severed all trace of tactile touch—
I reached for you and you recoiled till
Whispers on the lovers’ trail
Turned it all to desert and to dust—
You went alone into the waste.
You are naked to me,
Wind-blown wraith wreathed in
Dust—blow, ye wind blow, for you
Are nothing, breaths and breathing
Touch upon the earth and fade away—
Just footsteps sifting in the sand
And Time.
Time covers all.
Photography: courtesy of Creative Commons and Leslie Moon
Clouds veil summer light
The sound of rain distant rise
Shadowed flames leaking.
*For One Stop Poetry’s first ever One Stop Poetry Form…today’s subject: Haiku.
We are drifting
You and I
I can see it in your eye
This sifting
Chasm lengthens
And the shadowed fens
Are growing.
That smile you once held for me
My smile
Is now a vacant stare
We look to one another
But there’s nothing there
Just silence
In the space
That once beheld our laughter.
Older, wiser
Colder
The child slithers from us
And so do we
These shadows lengthen
As we pull apart.
Still we look
Captive to memory
Unable to let go
But unable to remain
We are gripped and we are broken
And I am decaying in orbit
Around the very stars
That made my
Universe.
Downtrodden disaster
Dragging destitute through dirty drives,
The ice has broken through
And the hole is widening
As the whole is dividing
This trek, all too familiar
Along this arctic road
Is better left to
Colder men than I.
It’s breaking—
Broken, gone
Everything is cracking
At the seams—
Deep diving through the murk.
Heavy breaths hang
A crystallized admission
But no matter the passing
These burdens never lighten.
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!
The Waking Den 