Purging

I find my moments my days lately

filled like an abysmal  repository
with negative feelings
 
 My mind has wandered
into a cave filled with shards of mindless
objections to all that surrounds me
 
My cup once kept tepid with a little hope
salvaged from many aging but savory memories
is now leaking and the lukewarm brim
is chilling my lips that wish to sip
 
The constant rain day after day
has dampened my spirit where once
it wore ebullience and joy in a mindful
choice of attire
 

      ~ Rainy Landscape~

 

…Each drop of rain is my failed life weeping in nature.

There’s something of my disquiet in the endless drizzle,
then shower, through which the day’s sorrow uselessly
pours itself out over the earth

…It rains and keeps raining. My soul is damp from hearing it.

An anguished cold holds my poor heart in its icy hands.
The grey hours get longer, flattening out in time; the moments drag.
So much rain.

…A cold hand squeezes my throat and prevents me from

Breathing life.

…Everything is dying in me, even the knowledge that I can dream!

I can’t get physically comfortable. Every soft thing I lean against
hurts my soul with sharp edges. All eyes I gaze into are terribly
dark in this impoverished daylight, propitious for dying without pain.

The Book of Disquiet: Frenando Pessoa

Love's Lore

In your embrace

cockles of your
heart
gentle thoughts
of your
mind
the tender
of your
face

lights of night

creating shadows
in the dark
the only sounds
can be heard
are my tear drops
falling to the
ground
my hearts beat
thinking of your
absence
and sweet memories
rustling in
my head

my arms are
to my side
naked feet
feel the wet
of grasses
between my
toes
the waft
of nighttime
air
and tears
taken shelter
in my nasal
hair

the journey

has been fair
more kind
and gentle
than most
I suppose
but because
of this
the torment
to my soul
now that you
have left
is why
the pain
is

so great

if I could

change but one
moment of my
life I’d make
the moment
of your embrace
last for one
more minute
than before
so that
in my heart
our love
would become
lore
and loneliness
nevermore