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.