Thursday, October 20, 2016

Forge

Child's play, burdens, only serve
To give excuse for drama, 
Tongue in cheek or bite in teeth
It's one and all, move on
None delay tick-tock or 
Flip of calendar, o what we'd give
To re-attach that page-a-day 
A time or two, and un, re-do
A momentary lapse of thought
Before a "do."

Dare

Decide, declare, and issue this,
It's not ok to do, to say, to
Be the way I was, I am, and will.
Love all I am, except
The things I really am,
The passion, flair, and failing.
Take and mold this being into
Someone now acceptable:
Declawed and trained,
For you, for your approval,
For fear of being broken,
I will sway and melt and change.

Conversation

Myriad moments rehearsed,
Complex: each avenue explored
In mind. He's there, and so
En route, each point's revised,
Re-made, re-emphasized, re-shared.
And on arrival's tripping feet, it
Withers. Where's the need? 
To stand on feet when bland
Half-smile holds so-called 
Peace intact, small
Talking hides turmoil of what
I never was:
Afraid

Cover

All is clear and all remote,
Glacier's sentient viscera:
Voiceless, Vice-less.
Telescopic lens reveals a tide
Evolving, reaching, raping,
In gulfing, gaping damp and
Distance, felt once strong and
Stalwart: safe and epic, fast and bold.
Yet far, so far away now, lost,
Almost in eon of revenge,
Resentment, scars and damage
Twisted deep enough to send
A soul inside this leaded frame of
Tori's tempered glass. Melted,
Mended, some would say. And
say, they'd see, soft covering of
Practiced shame, a rearranged reed,
Papyrus falling into Nile.