But Still

but still 2

Outside looking in

Clearly I cannot forget the tips of your tears falling

and

your..calling…of my name.

Or, black satin draped windows…

claiming love’s soul.

Years have collected

clarity has cast perspective.

but still 1

But still…

I wonder

Did I disable you?

But still the night scares take you

Away,

away,

from me.

It’s easy enough to let shoes drop…

where they may.

Little pills

pink and blue

The devil had taken your dues.

Every tide that becomes the ocean

Every leaf on every fallen tree

no deeper than…

Every trial,

every fleeting glance,

But still,

what of destiny?

But still,

in goodness

shall

we look back?

And,

Stumble

and

fall.

But still,

with fist full of shortcomings

 my love for you will stand tall.

In everyone of our love’s season

whatever the deep need of your demons

I vow to be your voice of reason.

but still 4
Wear your love for someone as though…it were the first day of school!

Adrift in His Visions

I knew I had the opportunity to be like him…willing to sink others so I could swim

When adrift in the vision would become static and differed

There stood feelings of shaken roots and birch trees twisted and stirred

Soon all became dusted with rust and more and more obscured

Being safe among and within four walls left me hanging on ragged noose

complicit but loose

Beating back indifference by way of my own blood

Compiling foundations of steady mistrust on top of ‘what is love’

I know I am different from him

I have walked the needled path daily with one leg falling behind

Alert to the triggers of his vanity weaving in and out of my mind

the Grove…still

the Grove...still
the Grove…still

The Grove…still

The grove with petal pushers

and

grassy Capri

ancient elms

and

misguided spruce trees.

The grove with Renoir daffodils

and

lazy storms up over the hill

The grove…

a thoroughfare through nature’s window sill.

Learning cricket still,

being cricket still.

the Grove...still
the Grove…still

the Grove...still
the Grove…still

the Thunder

thunder comes up over the hollow and lays down in the street

circles my yard and peaks at my feet

I try to wake my loved one to make her aware

then I realize that beside me she lays…rumpled here and there

to stay at home or not

no matter… the thunder rounds herself up

she will always be near

Pain…

…condensed in the snow…as dark and sorrowful as the northern wind will blow…

…only the truth of distrust lies in the shadows…distant as a mother’s touch…

…pain knows I am a fool…no one understands this…better than I do…

…this discomfort…the blink of an icy pond…no longer lingered upon…

…agony taunts me…reminds me of who I used to be…

…pain is a constantly unraveling thread to the tapestry of my soul…