What for that heart that heeds the eye
When you behind this window spy
Perhaps on some other cold November night
All my warmth in hiding, with streaks of sight
Under cold ash, and coal, and dying tree
Lighting shards that will stab when broken free?
This then for yours which, passing by,
Stopped, and came close, and chose to see
Instead of embers that will fall to sleep
Only a fire that’s buried rather deep.
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november night
ReplyDeleteThe leavings of the daily ritual
burn on the altar in the fading light
An expedition
To the blue postcard majesty of snow-capped peaks
Your happy teeth recrowned in happiness
Take prospect of your destiny
What manner of exotic bird surround those peaks
Those in the valley are all black and bleak
Above a hissing flame's sputtering glow
ReplyDeleteA mask I knew from all those years ago
Beneath the wreathing cracks perfection shows
And sinks, forgotten, back into the shadows
DT? Alcoholic
ReplyDeletea farce within a beauty,
ReplyDeletea beauty in a farce,
existentially snooty
because meanings are sparse