requiem for a life

Friday, April 1, 2016

At The Edge of The Sea

~~~ because it all began at the sea's edge ~~~

Living On

You remain in my mind

This brightest moment in time

You survive right here

In my memories as I breathe.

Even when I first held you

Being able to sing to you

Sharing laughter with you

Crying hurt tears for you.

We grew together

Far above the mountain tops of time

Way past the loftiest breeze

To wherever you would be.

I am now feeling you

Looking at you in those moments

Knowing how this is you

So many memories ago.

You there with me here

Yet in the eye of my thoughts

I still hold you in love

For it is here you are

Living on ~~~

Have you ever sat across from someone where the silence grew on for not only days but weeks and months and yet neither of you could walk away becuz giving up had been done in silent emptiness weeks and years before? Becuz the LOVE was so intense even in the years of silence that giving up suddenly could not happen?

What ~ what to do?

the word resurrect seems impossible to make work. the word surrender seems hollow at best.

As if suspended in a dead aire space that can never be erased.

It is kinda strange how willingly

the two are held hostage

and wait ~ for either to ~

say something!!

Expeditions Into Life

photo by KLB
Sunset at Carmel-by-the-sea

To kick off National Poetry month:

Expeditions Into Life

As if standing on the stoop

Coat wrapped snugly in anticipation

Right foot tipped slightly over the edge

So began the expedition into a Life

A stepping off

Into the Sea

No longer standing in the middle

Not standing to the left or right

With no beginning

Whilst no end

Just expeditions

Into a Life

Wash thine hair in murky water of strife

The beautiful fragile survive

Beyond earth's final daylight

Along 200 billion stars glide

Ever continuing Life

Ready to interrupt delicate balance

Any vine would wind choking the Life

Yet with one gasp escapes from clutches

Not towards but away

Propelled by eternity

The pipe organ boasts loudly

Attempts to steal

Soft voice of thought

From its place surreal

Gay as flags flapping in Country Breezes

A wash woman hangs her pieces

Now being read centuries ahead

Not arrived til the Sea

Gulps more breaths from white sands

Left along bays by long departed

The Expeditionaire dares start another trip

With a final sip from the nectar glass

A single petal flutters landing on one wave

Of an eternal Sea ~ A Life

Sunday, March 27, 2016

tides

lost

the tide came in upon your shore

depositing treasures of shells

you picked one up and put in your pocket

carrying it with you as you walked

you were sidetracked by gulls

then a few children playin took your eyes away

your walk continued along your shore

what seemed like perhaps years

alas you had forgotten the sea shell

when you reached inside that pocket

as if totally unknown to you

you tossed the shell back into the ocean

with nary more a thought

you turned left then right on shore

kept right on walking ~ ~

~ and the sea shell wept for the loss as carried further out to sea it was tossed ~ sea it was tossed ~

Friday, April 1, 2016

At The Edge of The Sea

Have You Ever

Expeditions Into Life

Sunday, March 27, 2016

tides