Temporary? Insanity

Quietude

Spring beckons coyly
hinting at sweetness

tantalizing buds speak of newness
in delicate, filmly whispers

frost obscures hope
till haltingly, warmth seeps through

and hearts are touched to quietude
in ponderance of the Spring

Darling Child

So still
So silent
So serene
A breath
A sigh
A smile

The soft
The warm
The meek and mild
For Emma
Darling Child

Out hate
Out rage
And out despair
And Hope
Stay long awhile

No pain
No hurt
No thoughts reviled
For Emma
Darling Child

Merely

words
pen and pencil scratched in fits of dreamery
crumpled up torn paper edges
forgotten files scoured away
waste bin fodder made of former loves

and when quietude touches the mind to waking
it is shaken
and memories fall dark and cascading
onto a cold
cold
floor

vision stirs
anguish falters
and fingers quaver as they
reach
grasp
write

merely words
the lost light
the unsung song.

Solo

I hate the way the sunshine
cripples the clouds at sunset
and birdlike shadows sully the grass

Everything is shaken
till walls turn ground
and memories spill tinkling
onto the raw wet street

that line
that underside of cloud
tears the shroud
till faint tinkles fill my soul with crashing

I can feel those hands
dirty hands
touching my heart to breaking
I would have thrown it all away to paint the world clean
would tear it to pieces
to forget what mere clouds
mere shadows touch on

the man on the street
singing his swan song.
shades of purple black
scouring his soul clean
his hands clean
as the gutter welcomed him down
home to heaven

White Noise

The world is so noisy in matters of love
radios blaring the glaring garish noise
of his or her interpretation
his or her adoration of some mystic ideal

And in them all a hint of the surreal
and so many of us laughing up sleeves
flaunting our shriveled skeptic hearts
which we have starved for fashion’s sake

Love is dying for our mistake