Gather

While ye may, those
Blooms of golden hue,
A Friend's soft promise
Lost to years' long march
Forgot and done that
"I will never leave you"
Over and again, still
Gone.

and On

It wrestles, seeks, it
Comprehends and blends
In colors vast and devilish
And all encompassed knowledge
Breaks to bend a simple
Thought:
It will not end,
Though wish might hope
For final rest, it never
Goes or shapes to flat
Consolidate or notes in
Silence flit.
It will not end,
Though peace could scrape,
In grievance, arms to hold
A wailing form, it melts
And forms and re-defines
And on
It will not end.

Entry

Scuff, and wipe it off, that
Muck of work and worlds
On me. Don't stop, remove
Each day's frustration, pile
The gravel here and walk,
So lighter, clearer on inside,
But think a moment on the
Mat in beams embraced.

Busk and Slumber

Tile and mortar, cold
Inviting all too
Hotly flaming, swear to
Falter, fall, and curl.
Wedge in corner, hold
Splay akimbo
Baring secrets, soul to
any passers-by.
Pounding fortress
Stolen here
Deceive thy solace,
Make believe you dance.

Weep

Trickle
Empty fathoms' grief in
Salted shell of glass
Now turned away.
Molten, fallow swath
of agony oust
Uncontained.
A weltering, sweltering
Taste saline, relief
Sublime as all is
Washed away.

Challenge

Press on
Not to overcome
Per se,
But just endure and
Someday
It may all come right.