Just a Better Man (day 2426)

If I was just a better man
I’d have made a little change;
Words still spoke echo loud
Instead it’s drugs that choke.
I have a mind filled of veins
Tracks leading Hollywood
Straight to Reno, desert rose –
And it’s a clear night tonight.
Blackness of a heart murmur
Every shadow induces blur
That silhouette each mystery
Like whispering dust amidst a dream.
“Goodnight my well worn boots,
I’ll be sleeping in tonight.”

Snow Fell Calmly (day 2424)

From the depths I held a rope;
Coldest cold, hardest struggle,
Frosted reminder in a window.
A sister I once shared
Secrets every other day.
Shadow reaching to my hand
Take me, take me, take me again,
Spring is coming here once more
Where once snow fell to the floor
Golden brows caressed me
Arcs implying recollection
In a pool: my own reflection,
Looking back I see the signs
Take me, take me, take me again.

Shared Departed (day 2418)

I shared a look that you did see
Turned it on it’s side
Held it out in clear sunlight
Observed it as it shined
Then in an instant dropped it to
Your other hand to give
Me back the look I dared to share
Unrequited and un-moved.
It took a while, alone I sat
To shake the shock from my back
Realizing what had just passed
What message I had just received;
It was not that I felt no sadness
No, nor that it mattered little to me,
But I had to understand there was
Only one way to respect our nature –
Cosmic ordinance of this universe –
That left my look and yours departed.

Relapse Saint (day 2368)

My lingering resists death,
It coddles a beat
That speaks only in a muffled tongue
Wishing for a silence
Evening powerlines consume.
Can you collapse here?
My traces will not forgive thee,
They will not remember thee,
And too long ago now
They set thee onto a passenger train
Curling up into a ball
And rambling onward
With wishes
Of a recovering saint
Collapsing into relapse.

Looking (day 2364)

I look for you in everything
With or without wine
I can see pointed toes
Within black socks
Pulled up to the middle of your calf
And black hair
That I’ve never been able
To reach out and touch.
No heartbeat says maybe
More than your eyes
Working chopsticks
Can reach into mine,
Yet laughter didn’t mean
What I had hoped
As I sat up late
Mixing fables
With my loneliness.
So twist away,
Reach out with flexed fingertips
Where I don’t belong,
And allow me to linger here
To sort out my other side
And remember
The smile that set me free.

Letters in her Name (day 2360)

Letters in her name were written
Softly in his hand
Two times he wrote them out
One for each their dearest pocket.

– Could it symbolize their path?
Sequestration of thy heart –

To each thy moon
Held, succumb’d to fate
Was at thee other’s
Fulfilling sun.
Though seasons matched,
Callused hands
Caused the ocean
To remain
Disunited.

– Seasoned seas could not forgive
Even as thy beggar holds –

Placed into canals
Where roses floated softly
Sat thoughts burgeoning
As if memory’s remains
Were fertile soil
To plant new clippings
Sitting abreast.

Dagger (day 2359)

She sailed away into the sea
Cold as darkness could ever be
In one hand a compass led her on
The other a dagger for those done wrong.

She cursed the air from time to time
Forgetting where she laid her locket
A secret of heart she dared not share
A lover who danced no more.

It happened in darkness, dead of night
When two white doves flew the nest
Softly did the dagger slip
Into the ribs of what dared her on.

Some nights as fever woke her up
Swaying in her seafaring hammock
She saw a vision: reminisce
A Good-by kiss slipped out her lips.

And so in darkness the North Sea Queen
Sail set down for evening dormant
Watched the full moon reflect longing
A name she called no more.

North Sea Queen VIX by Doreen Broers