False Truths

By -

The fading memories of
being loved

is the perceived fading the actual truth

or

are the memories in fact

just plainly false

candles and roses

By -

monsoon rain washing up laundry

no re-run required

call me never more again and again

the light insufficient insignificant

reflections of you in mirrors

burning bright

my matches are wet

your tambourine twitching amiss

as our rosebuds

awaiting spring

No – Misaligned

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Always out of tune
Just slightly off where
I ought to be
Never catching the break
that was part of the plan
Set out from the start
to fail I wonder
No results
Nothing to show for
No life
No more
No

packing up

By -

Moving on – letting go
I never could
my suitcase full
dragging decades of
make believe
The pace aslowing
as autumn leaves
falling
the final steps
the hardest

freezing fog

By -

The impatience, always hovering
impatience, pushing me down
brooding the freezing fog rolling
in from the east, will the shaking
ever stop I ask, not expecting an
answer

Tuesday Tumblings

By -

I wonder
if I translate my
poetry
into the language
I was born
with
would that make
a difference
or simply
accentuate my
failures

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