sometimes i
ache
for the darkness,
turn my eyes
before the ocean of his
mouth
has d(r)ied
on my
lips,
remember
distinctly
the thick taste
of charcoal sucked
through the brown
slatted shades
that hid sunshine
from the secrets
inside.
there are scalpel-
scars still on
flushed flesh,
mirror-marks
of time that
doesn’t pass,
connective tissue
knotted into daisy-
chains of white tomorrows:
where waters whisper
of salt and rust,
there is yet
frost
to come.
i accustom
myself
to the sound
of endings, learn
to hold my hands
close(d). sleep
is the natural
consequence
of over-
dreaming,
an exhaustive
star-eyed
lumbering
collapse. sometimes
i think i
think too much.
the tenth muse 
FABULOUS!!!
thank ya, sir.
all these wind whipped words
chattering in the high branches of your mind
like birds loading up on the energy of dawn
like leaves clinging to the hope of a season
….already past
can’t you see
the birds are leaving, heading south
and the leaves are being sucked of their green
only colors remain, memories of vitality
let them go, let them fall
without trying…surrender
your words are just offerings
to the moldy earth
beautiful images in this calling card, Tiger, and a lovely “letting go” ending. Thank you, as ever, for gracing my space here with your comments. 🙂 Namaste.
dried and closed very clever manipulations to achieve dualism or alternative/conflicting understanding.
thanks, Carl. just playing around with some different thoughts. i like the dualism effect, i think.
sometimes thinking too much leads to good things, like your poem here!
thanks, dear! 🙂
It’s been slightly too long between visits so I decided to stop by & fix that. Plus, I owed you a visit. Now, with Joe Henry ringing in my ears & way too much of everything else all I can say is, your latest is as masterful as ever. Love your way of inciting an ending through the poem itself. Almost self-referential but more direct route to the unknown. Thinking too much is as ever problematic as thinking too little; dichotomy via unstated opposites. Great poem; good to see all is well in your neighborhood. Take care & ease, in equal parts.
crb.
slightly too long indeed. good to see you. always good to see you. take care, & not too much ease; such things aren’t good for poets, i find.
peace.
–jsl
Agreed. Hope you have a good Thanksgiving. Good hearing from you,
crb.
I like the palette of your poem, the rust, brown shades and charcoal, against frost, pale scars, salt, and daisies.
Thanks so much, Kathy. I hadn’t thought of it in terms of palette, but you’re right– I like it too!
there are scalpel-
scars still on
flushed flesh,
mirror-marks
of time that
doesn’t pass,
connective tissue
knotted into daisy-
chains of white tomorrows:
this is evocative and also familiar…been there…like the word play in d(r)ied as well…i think sometimes i think too much as well…smiles.
can well believe you do indeed occasionally think too much, brian. *smiles back.* always good to hear from you.
Love this: “sleep
is the natural
consequence
of over-
dreaming,”
And yes, some of us definitely think too much! It gets us into trouble, distracts us, forces us into discontent, and turns us into poets and painters. 🙂
*snaps*
thanks dear! been too long since i’ve seen you. hope all is well 🙂
Don’t we all…
Such a lovely rumination – a drifting between. Look at those thoughts race…
I love this one! Provoked a wild array of emotions.
a “wild array,” huh? cool. 🙂 thanks much, Carl.
Its beautifully evocative and sad… sea dried on lips or died… interesting play of words. I liked your lines…
‘sleep
is the natural
consequence
of over-‘
Yes a natural ending …
Shashi
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
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This has some great lines, love it!
that hid sunshine
from the secrets
inside
thought this a wonderful write, there is much beauty and simplicity to be found, but depth I think, far beyond the words. Bravo
Appreciate, as always, everyone’s wonderful thoughts and feedback. I struggled with this one a bit, and it hit at times a little too close to home. Means a lot to see all the positive comments.
Peace & love,
–jsl
you are on a roll lately, great work.