When the mud
Boils up to the surface
Wear your good boots
It’s been raining
Tag: surface
Postcard / Gift (day 2416)
I picked up a postcard today
With such delicate, serene beauty
I didn’t want to write on the back;
I didn’t want to scar the surface
Of the unmarked landscape.
I held the postcard in my hand
Flipping it from front to back
Not quite sure how to decide
Which side was for me,
And which side was a gift.
Mail (day 1815)
A callused hand is my tomorrow;
You’re never far behind.
Leave alone the matted mess
That flirts with every question
For in the envelope of time
Was never sort of guessing, no,
All that was ever called
To surface of the law
Was packaged neatly, sorted, drawn,
And placed into a manilla – shut
Stamped with half ones love
Sweet Nothings (day 1746)
I can’t take,
No. More.
I don’t want to take
Bitter trivialities
Into Madness
Cloaking an angelic voice
Like fog that rolls
About my brain
Before I’ve uncovered
Melancholy feelings
Resting just below
Its surface,
Reeling in abysmal horror
As toxins begin
To take to my veins
And surround my insight
With sweet nothings.
Safety (day 1698)
I looked at the wrinkles on my hands
The moment you walked out our door.
I won’t pretend I have again
Washed the surface of my heart.
I have started ruling around
Uneven cobbles on my surface,
I have begun to admit uneasily
This wasn’t the safety you wished for.
Loosely Knit Circles (day 951)
Behind the mirrors
Our visage casts shadows
Reminding reflections
To concentrate
On beauty whispering
Loosely knit circles
About the thick surface
Looking back
Wide Eyed Tourist (day 591)
Memories crash through on waves hitting the shallow waters of coral reefs
Punishing the peaceful fish that make their way onward in search of food
Sun breaks into the galleries, reflecting wildly off these creatures close to the surface
Where the smiles and new haircuts wash away all that matters
Didn’t we love those diamonds we saw as we searched along the street
Where elephants roamed and wild doctors muttered to themselves
I’ve sat here before, a bottle in hand and the warm night’s breeze
Feeding my cool demeanor as I soothed the furrowed brow on a pretty girls face
We lost our way swimming in those warm shallow waters
Escaping away from the feeding sharks that lurk around the edges
Without a whimper, without the simplest of warning signs we all hope for to see
The waves came tumbling down filling the snorkel full and drowning the wide eyed tourist