More Humble Cinquain

RegretEasy to doForgiveness, not so muchTrying to reconcile that nowAlwaysWorkingStriving for itMaking the most of itAny small success, satisfiesThe worldTalkingThat is progressSo much silence, alasDid little to solve our problemsIn tune

How might love go?

You’ve heard it said, happily ever after.Truth is, that is the hardest to find.How might love go? Where can we find clues?In the hard hitting guitar of the blues.Or the sweet, mournful sound of a well travelledCountry song.

Waltz

Not so idle hands will often betray words that ring hollow. We’ve heard it all before. Now you have to show me. No time for lectures. You chose your vice, I’m damn sure going to have mine. A heavy heart lashes out, still finding no solace. I can admit to sin. Words can be […]

The Plunge

The plunge into madness complete, the visions suspect at best. One moment, the day is clear, white puffy clouds filling a sky so blue and bright, it burns the fingertips of the soul. In just an instant the same world plummets into darkness, a void in which nothingness reigns supreme, from a throne forged from

Mexico, Sally

Memories lying cast in the snow and cold winter wind….Everything he has, except what is hidden under the driver’s seat of his old car, lays there. Like a bared soul, naked and vulnerable. All eyes on it, as the wind carries some articles across the cold yard.Her husband pulled his colt python from its place

Caught

Give me the truth, it is less messy.You may be out of practiceThe painter needs fresh oils and a willing surface.The deception you call art, left you exposed.But then, I was taught by the master where to look.She told me, don’t fall boy for any old hook.You did not cover your tracks this time.Leaving a

Purpose

Purpose Another brought a purpose beyond just being. A meaningful life as they say, can fade away. The senses once heightened, hearing, feeling, and seeing. A heart lost, cast on rough seas, awash in uncertainty. Once rushing to embrace the wonder. Like the promise of a new sun, home once thought to be everlasting. No

Self Crafted Hell

The pieces in place, prepared to render justice for transgressions most human. A mortal plane of existence, designed to torment and punish the failings of an apathetic soul. Crafted in mine own image.  An earth bound hell, built to hold the memories and stoke the regrets. The reminders of loss and what might have been,

Things to come…

It has been harrowing, since the recent events which have occupied the town and my own mind. The deaths of a man and woman is big news here. But, their murder is a shocking scandal. Add to that, he had a wife and kids a county away and she was a divorcee at 25, when

How

How might we express that timeA shared union, past tense sureReal and imagined, to some extentBound, yet also aloofWhole, complete, fulfilledAnd toxic tooOnce, that was usGone now, and for the best