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

meditations on the death of summer

fog curling
off the water makes me feel

like falling
off the world; some-

times it’s damn hard
to feel at home here,

the drips of our lonelinesses
bubbling up from a depth which,

in august, is of consequence
to no-one. the sky is as oppressive

as oblivion, a smoky mono-
chromed sheet where

the saddest lines are typed
in a cloudy times new roman

and tossed in God’s wastepaper
basket. we dream

of dragons and decembers,
snowfallen starlight, autumn’s

bittersweet gold like sun
on dappled saturday

mornings, like the flamed tendrils
of my strawberry hair

in the dark field of absence
behind your closed caramel eyes.

8 responses

  1. sagarah

    the alliteration of ‘dragons and decembers’ and ‘snowfallen starlight’ is just beautiful. the crispness of times new roman is instead ‘cloudy’ here, an image worth pondering. i’ve a thing for typefaces šŸ™‚

    August 25, 2012 at 9:49 am

    • thanks, sagarah. with “cloudy” i was thinking more along the lines of actual clouds, the verses written across the sky…, less the characteristics of the actual typeface! šŸ™‚ i’m more of a garamond girl, myself, anyway. šŸ˜‰

      August 28, 2012 at 8:48 am

  2. Love the imagery and this was full of emotion, especially the last line. The whole section about the

    August 26, 2012 at 11:09 am

    • Sorry, I hit the send button by mistake! lol…now, where was I ….oh yes, hehe…

      The whole secion about typing times new roman…so creative and a wonderful way of describing these moments!

      Wonderful writing šŸ™‚

      August 26, 2012 at 11:12 am

      • ‘preciate it, Eva. hate it when i hit the send button too soon! thanks for finishing the thought. šŸ™‚

        August 28, 2012 at 8:49 am

  3. Eternal abandonment. Or is it self imposed encapsulation. Probably not from the mood and tone.

    August 26, 2012 at 1:06 pm

    • eternal longing, maybe? thanks for stopping by, Carl.

      August 28, 2012 at 8:50 am

  4. JWB

    Beautiful poem. So much emotion put into it. What a way to paint mother nature a portrait with words.

    August 31, 2012 at 11:10 pm


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