Blue, like the ocean. The tide that turned. The bruise on my hand a reminder. Of the pain I avoided. The day that I changed. I kiss my marked skin. Drown it its sorrow.
Month: November 2017
Haiku 66
counting absent time
I hear your laughter ringing,
the old rope swing sways
Out of character
I don’t drink coffee
Except for tonight I do
out of your blue cup,
Sip in the bitter sweet taste
and pretend I’m not alone
Frost Falls Today
in the crack of a branch I hear you,
in the fall of the leaves you are there,
a cold wind calling,
a kiss that slowly burns.
In the silent wind
empty branches sway
the leaves fallen long ago
memories dancing.