My wing is ready for flight,
I would like to turn back. If I stayed timeless time,
I would have little luck. Gerherd Scholem
Month: November 2018
Sorrowful love~Serious Joy
I heard that God died
For this seriously flawed
Planet where
Death has not much
kindness left.
I held forth
My hands
Despite the chance
I stood someday
Bereft.
That day has come
The stars have lost
Their shine, for
”Twas in my angst I realized
That one of his was mine.
It was suicide. Farewell my dear child vcl2018
I want to scream, and scream . And scream some more.
I want to grab those flowers, rip them petal by petal
crush them under my heel
order them to leave and never return
But I cannot. I dare not.
For all my crushing and ripping
has released the sticky-sweet aroma that death brings
the memory of wizened old aunts and grandparents
linger in the ancient air…..exposed in all its fragility.
Woe, o Woe, how can it be so young to choose
eternity.
Happy. Vcl©️
My eyes are closed
Words rattle
Round and round
Seek to escape
Long to express themselves
Larger than life
Squeeze, stretch
Through the almost shut door
Of night
Tight.
Shut out the world
All cancerous words
I cannot bear the sight
Shake those happy letters
From the dreamland tree
Shake them free
Gaze upon their transparency
As they arrange themselves
Hope shines bright
Right .
Stuck in Concrete Walls vcl©
I am stuck in concrete walls/ nothing natural / I press the remote button / nature sounds emanate / from the lonely TV / stretched out on the wall.
Crickets, bird songs, cicadas trill / basking in the warm summer sun /not real / but the memories of real / somehow soothe my soul.
The sonorous splash of waves / that beat upon the shore / the screech of hungry gulls / intersperse the musical crescendos / seed heads of wind tossed crabgrass jiggle / the surfer intently gliding /all crashing down /to silence.
My heart aches / for the generations to come / who will have no real memory / and are forever stuck /beating against concrete walls.
