Why do I even bother?
My words are meaningless when other lips dismiss them with a smirk
They are thrown back at me with sharpened stinging syllables
I wince under the torrent of voice
Ringing clanging telling me that they are
Puny and weak, crumpled and miserable
I beg How do I make them not ...
Will the end of the world
Be like the end of a day
Filled with falling leaves and aging sunlight
Voices talking from across the way?
Will our last breathes before Heaven
Be like the last before sleep
A silent soft sound
Blue and black oceans deep
Will there be a mighty crescendo
Or ...
Forgetting dreams is what I do best
Have I no imagination?
Or are my dreams still intact;
Lingering, wavering
Filling my stone head
Making me live
The life of
A vague
Dream...
My cat comes home-
in the soft light of a late summer afternoon
that sighs like the evening.
I see her as I sit quietly in front of the window.
She slips down from a fence
and crosses the backyard,
passing under the dying
Jerusalem Artichoke,
softly- stealthy and sleek in the aging sun.
I s...