fat curl on churning ocean
swamp the boat and foist the whale
hand in the rigging
eye on the final tale
candid lights flicker above
to remind us of the days of yore
wailing too are the sirens in my eyes
waiting too is my heart between your thighs
In the dark of night
when all I see is you
A dream
screaming in the smoke
of a burning street
I try and recall your name
but like the morning
it won't come to me.
i saw smoke pouring out of your window
heard you yelling more kerosene
i saw your cat go out on a willow
the scaredest cat ive ever seen
Why do we breathe, why do we fight
Sleeping all day, running all night
Why do we love, why do we cry
Living for nothing, longing to die
I close my eyes and hear your voice
Erratic thoughts without a choice
I open my eyes and you're not here
You're gone, my biggest fear
Sing brightly to me, the song of the sky
Come with me and I will teach you to fly
Among the angels and clouds, way up high
It'll be tough but if you'll give it a try
I'll teach you to sing the song of the sky
in books and dreams
a world of seems
burst on prongs of invasion
Sigh, as the world turns
Going 'round fast, yet slow,
Sunlight burns, hold fast.
Stars laugh, but I know,
No matter the fare
We're all going nowhere
edgarblythe wrote:i am a post along your fence line
a thread in your hemline
an image in your shrine
a thoughtbeam in your glass of red wine
Wow, I LIKE this one Edgar!
jjorge
I wrote it just to please you. Thanks.
watching through a crystal stone
you see the realms afar
and think of all the problems
that have troubled you in the past
you search for an answer
that was written before time
time that once was in our hands
but's not longer yours or mine
Yesterday
The gray washed sky
Feathered into the ridges and valleys
Foreshadowing autumn
With cold promises.
Today
The late summer warmth
Fell over frosted fields
And high mountain ranges.
Everything changes
Everything changes
Yesterday, tomorrow, today,
It doesn't matter anyway,
'Cause yesterday will soon be gone,
And tomorrow brings only dawn.
Today, you say, must be the way,
But philosophy ends there-on.
True, blue and trusted,
Old outlooks, rusted,
We searched near and far,
But adages are
No longer lusted.
the bridge before the storm
the animals tucked away warm
how often we wait will it come
the tragedy
the humanity
the senses to be struck dumb
The kittens are one week old today
Mere handfuls of fur with glue-stuck eyes
Their mother lets me hold one
But warily, warily.
I choose the black one
Warm and wriggling, wide mouth sucking air
It kneads into the hollow of my neck.
I try not to love it.
My daughter arrives from college to see them
The joy of new life is in the sharing.
Hi edgar, I missed you and this thread
wings are for flying
and soaring the air
not to be singed
or clipped unaware
to flutter in passing
as they take to the air
and brush with a breeze
as a comb through your hair
colorbook
I have often wondered when or if you would return. I really missed you and your poems.
the stormclouds are coming
wind will knock us flat
why did i move to houston
instead of maybe platte
