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AERIAL

 

 

There was a rift between them,

but this rift, 

it was 

  shifting

     splitting

            swiftly

            ..apart

 breaching 

beaching 

and bleaching

…you know -   

like Harlow

the icon

wasted away… 

the hollow one­­­

not the real one

the hollow one­­­

 

 

This is real Camille.

As real as it comes

but you must reveal

Passions, inside

Revealed wide

In graceful glide

An Aerial ballet

into your life

And feel free

...please allow me

To flow 

with your tide

along for the ride

  

 

 

 

 V

 

 

 

 

 

The Station

 

Emmitt missed the train again. It was not an unusual occurrence. He had a sizeable stretch run to make the 4 o’clock from his location of employment to the station of departure, and any delay would be most troublesome. But, today was fraught with delays and he was resigned to the fact that he wouldn’t make it. He was correct in assuming so, but he did make the attempt, if for no other reason than to condition himself for the sprints yet to come. But at the station, winded and wheezing, chest burning, he came to the realization that there would be no more futile sprints. This would be his last day playing this here-to-fore never-ending game because today it came to an end. Life as he knew it. Here no more.

 

 

 

V

 

 

 

 

 

VAGRANTS

 

They were characters in a play

 never meant to be that way,

­­confused by reality,

 and consumed

 by the roles they play

 when the play is over

 they remain

held within 

a wire cage

like feral 

vagrants

lingering 

on an 

empty 

stage.

 

V 

Rest Now

 

 

Rest assured 

 

you’ll never sleep 

 

what you sew 

 

you’ll never reap 

 

darkness falls 

 

and out you seep

 

dreams desert you,

 

you come too cheap­­­.

 

 

 

 

V

BITTER SWEET

 

 

 

 

The desire to approach, but withdrawn with fear, 

one falls into a lonely, safe, and painful place,

so dark, and yet so clear

V

pelican

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Gray sky lingers

Well into day

Before sun’s

fingers

Dispatch the haze

 

Offshore it drifts

 dissipates
and
fades away

 

Basking now in

blossoming rays

Even flow the ripples

Shimmer in the bay

All Small specks

A long horizon away

 

When…

 

Trailing south 
on a shoreline breeze

O’er the slap of lapping waves

A precise platoon of pelican

So perfect the Parade

Skim the water

And save the day

 

 V