Tag Archives: Inner

Poem: February Twenty-third

embedded imbued
essence extruded
you are the voice
that sings me to sleep
here in the dark
with the secrets we keep

touch me once here
and then back over there
tell me a story
that we can both share

sideways we’re spinning
excess intruded
you are the warmth
that keeps me insane
here in this world
where no ones to blame

touch me again
and I’ll show you my heart
this is the place
where we both play a part

clockwork design
lessons concluded
you are the space
that can never be filled
here in this dream
all alone with my demons.

Poem: February Twenty-second

half-awake and half-aware
partially sleeping in my chair;
slipping backwards into time;
sipping scotch and feeling fine.

half-amused and half-way there.
tell me why that I might care.
show me something for a sign,
while I’m drinking all your wine.

half-alive and half-way fair –
I’ll tell you truth, I do swear!
you treat me like I’m a swine
that is where I draw the line.

Poem: February Twenty-First

candle
burning bright
dancing shadows flickering
hot wax dripping onto skin
excited glow now widening
burning bright
tapering

Poem: February Twentieth

rising
falling
seraphim
burning
aching
dawn

impatient
watcher
angelic
visage
scowling
frown.

Poem: February Eighteenth

blank white pristine void
of winter outside
no inspiration inside
two frozen wastelands
wanting to unthaw and be
something more
something warm
something alive

I write these words
to fill space and time
and obligation to write
honestly the words
that flow and sputter

it is hard to pour
out a heart
when one’s heart
is an empty shell.

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