(2013)
A poem about how sometimes the bright-eyed ambition and innocence of youth seems to fade.
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The spotlight glares down Bright, bright, sight, sight My cloak swiftly surrounds White, White, Swish, Swish, The fabric shell billows but stays
Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!
Perplexity breathes Into the hearts of all men In heart beat matters We shy our true intent like An elephant in the vent
Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils
To cover the tears Some men will drown their sorrows Some just run away Some even will board their hearths To me? A path of rom-com
A sudden rain flux A faintly calling whisper To turn off eyelids Yet I cannot shake my dream For just another hour
A blank white tablet Fuzzy buzzing silences Click, click, click, and yet That single black divider keeps Blinking an endless cycle
My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old
Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array
Red and orange glitter Dancing delicately high Above winding paths Falling to the great grey streams Falling for grace, or duty?
Flickering between The realms of light and shadow Why not close the shades? Sleep’s alluring charm welcomes Despite such early hours!
To puddle one’s words Few are willing to admit Myself least of all To fall and land upon earth Closer to Earth than before?
Life’s obligations A daunting sea of turmoil With crest after crest I’ll hide in this briny shell Till the tide forgets my name
No words escape me The sun will rise tomorrow Or so I am told
The end of the road A distance we all travel Darkness as moonlight Spreads over stone and flowers That litter our path ahead