My muse
once again
excused himself
pushed away
stood up
walked out
without warning
and I
left wondering
how now
will I
when before
it was
always we
Category: Love
Twilight
The sky
is night
with shards
of days
broken mirrors
echoing lights
twinkling beneath
dark clouds
like ink
spots stain
the cold
cobalt sheet
as if
a pause
caused feelings
to bleed
Gumball
Having been or
so I thought
the one with
the nickel who
gets to wish
and try and
hope to hook
but alas also
am I one
who is trapped
inside this silly
game of poke
and try but
never won only
to wait for
another coins hope
to try again
SeeSea
The sky
this morning
is ocean
with reef
apparent beyond
touching horizon
and above
white cloud
banks that
hover or
were snagged
by mermaids
or urchins
or even
maybe monsters
begging them
to stay
a little
while longer
and give
promised shelter
for sea
creatures don’t
ever enjoy
being tan
Dish
Life has changed
slowed and quieted
set to simmer
and never boil
those rolling days
they are over
my life now
simply delicately dance
little bubbles appear
in thick sauce
on back burner
like brief surprises
from deep within
some memories float
too to top
asking to be
stirred and combined
only to reappear
when added to
something else entirely
making me the
dish I am
