Archive for August, 2015

SUNSET SOLILOQUY.

Posted: August 26, 2015 in Poetry

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Coal eyed baby,
Mysterious mister,
What happened here?
The breathtaking sunset and your blue jeans are visible from my perch on the window,
Long gone lover,
Reliable stranger,
I see your red neck tie comfortable hanging in my wardrobe,
The gentle evening breeze makes it swish and swish,
Darling,  it’s distracting.
Darling, your soap still darkens my bathroom window,
That smell that brings back wanted memories,
Darling,
These wandering thoughts are dangerous,
I will refocus on the yellow sunset,
The street lamps from my vantage glitter magically in that sapphire reflection,
Darling, I told you to wait,
Didn’t I tell you to hold on?
Isn’t the sunset amazing?
Lord, I hope the moon doesn’t come out tonight,
It’s air of mystery would be too much to bear tonight,
Darling,
Have I said darling too much?
This is the night to watch sunsets,
Not stare at your jeans,
Or tie,
Or bring back memories of passionate kisses in the moonlight,
Darling,
I give the moon back.
Take it.
Keep it.
Darling,
What happened here?
V.O

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WORLDS APART.

Posted: August 4, 2015 in Uncategorized
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I am here now,
Motionless in one corner of an impossibly spherical earth,
And as surely as we belong to the universe,  the glinting sun pops out of a family of cumulus clouds,
The heady heat of August becomes steadily unbearable as it becomes apparent that everything will soon cook under the glare of the overwhelming heat,
I burrow deep into my corner unsuccessfully fighting my persistent claustrophobia.
I imagine you in your corner,
Eagerly anticipating the days of wintry cold,
Basking in the mystifying cold and barely covering your numb-from-cold face,
I imagine you staring blankly at the transparent sky in your corner and appreciating the softness in your world,
From my uncomfortable corner, I know it was inevitable-
Your world is better-
Do not abandon the glint of greenness for my despicable darkness,
You are there now.
I am here now.
There is no promise of more to come.
V.O