We paint pictures

We write the words

We cannot speak

Smearing sentences

Across blank screens.

What would we say

If we weren’t afraid?

Instead, we paint pictures

From minds blurred,

Mumbling through masks.

(Found dated 4th January 2017, and don’t believe it was published.)


With each word

With each word
Carefully creep back in
So subtle your fingers
Claw into crevices

Before long I am lost in sunlight
In the park where we walked
Wishing for that summer once more
Knowing it can never be again

Slowly shedding
By syllables
Prying you out
With each word

Through the keyhole

You push my never wandring eye
Up to the keyhole of your life
I cannot help a wistful cry
Know I no longer fit inside
Here one more time such worlds espy
Allowing reminisent mind
To taste again that sweet delight
Cross vast horizons’ azure skies
The echoes of your radiant smiles
Beheld in flicker-flames so bright
Your sweetest kiss on lips alight
Soft sinking into velvet night
My heart remains in dreams alive
I blow a kiss toward your light

Memory boxing

Collected things
To share
Like memories
On sideboards
Awaiting eyes

Would fallen leaf
Its twirling stem
Twixt slender fingers
Hide smiles
Seen in eyes
A masquerade

Dust whispers
Collecting on cobwebs

To burn
And dance in flames
Yet even there
In fires glow
Of memory
Your smiling kiss
The burning leaf
Would show