because while some truths lend themselves to equations, others are best described in verse

future perfect, subjunctive

i stand alone on the edge of
disaster and skip
pebbles.  just might have been
thought perhaps
i had a soul

mate, but i
am not who i
used to be, not yet
halfway there

jumping lightly over
the rocks at low tide i
can’t help
thinking that by
tomorrow there might be
nothing left except
ether and flame.

7 responses

  1. Death is coming.

    February 24, 2010 at 5:56 pm

  2. very etherial
    i like the idea of being of ether and flame

    February 24, 2010 at 6:43 pm

  3. well done, good to see

    February 25, 2010 at 1:10 pm

    • thanks for stopping by, dean.

      March 5, 2010 at 6:30 pm

  4. Hello again,
    I really liked this piece. The foreboding hangs heavy in the air and yet there’s contingencies.
    Nicely written.

    pax vobiscum,

    March 2, 2010 at 10:34 am

  5. a lovely poem, skillful line breaks that heighten the feeling of tension. You have a light and deft touch with your words and lines, very well crafted.
    I read this and see the future half full, not half empty

    March 4, 2010 at 9:35 am

    • thanks, ray; a visit from you is always lovely 🙂


      March 5, 2010 at 6:30 pm


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