Month: March 2024

REMEMBER

It is easy to forget that there are no missing pieces;
all that is incomplete is perfectly whole.
Perception lacks nothing
and requires no clarity
to exist in a state of belonging.

See the world for what it gives you,
no matter how finite or abstract the gifts.
Your soul is incomparable to the next –
what you need
and what will be delivered
will always be enough.

RED

These letters spill over our pages, aerosoled
in featherstorms of raised voices and wastepaper thoughts,
needlessly bereft of a cushioned farewell –
disposable, bruised, and de-winged;
the final chapter flailing its arms in a vastness of space
so inspiring
were it not for the rush of an ending approaching too soon.

Rain falls (tears, perhaps)
and our story now rusts itself closed,
finally embalmed within white noise and salty waters, and
blush-coloured fragments of doe-eyed corrosion; red,
as the deafening lips
that decline to author any surrender.

ONLY FOLLOW

This time, I will not allow Karma to hardwire
its endoscopic reign and prevail over my lives
with archaic inflection. Here, there, and
everywhere it attempts to vacillate and coerce,
but I exist to carve it free of our entanglement.

This time, I have purpose, and it is freshly made
by these hands that carry an almighty burden.
This time, I bare fruit, as the saying goes, and the
fruit holds its own seeds that bare further
fruit, and yes, Karma will follow, to be sure,
but this time, it shall no longer lead.

HOPE FULL

Your love is like a winter icecream
and my funeral pyre tongue
knows only to lap it up.
Snow forms in my eyes all the while,
though I left my shutters open to fan the flames.

A warm breeze still dances its way
along the finery of my deepest thoughts,
sidestepping icepick arrows – the
drawbridge of kindling that spills from your throat garden.
Impossible not to swallow,
yet the aftertaste burns like a forest fire;
all the drowning promises now an ocean’d moat for your castle walls.

A drawn bridge might just as well be a goodbye on this canvas,
but the artist within me paints in colour.