A Sensorial Reckoning

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I can see the freckles of light spackled subtly across the canvassed sky

Soft yellow soirees mingle contentedly with lavender dreams while maroon tinged eyes examine the sepia tinted clippings intently arranged in separation, scattering adjacent images unto distant frames of grey…

Unremarkable scents stir forth the borrowed time, mahogany blended aftershave musky in apparition, begs, for forgiveness, as the lilies and lavender shun, offering only follicular lilting, as the answers dispersed throughout the directionless wind.

The coarseness of the carpentry, return our illustrations to the evenings spent under moon-tipped stars, prominently peering through the old dilapidated toolshed where he’d tinker, until dawn anoints a new day upon the dwindling moments left by last nights staid.

…tis the moment all time paused except for one.  With all the glittering composure of enthusiastic fireflies lightening the dark dales beside the summer woods, she danced in hovering sidesteps and through symbols situated mostly upon the waves often surfed moments before dreams fully inhabited the imaginations that swirl about your head.  Rhythmically nonchalant, as you appear to every gaze that is not mine, focus can only make pretend, what the taste would be in actuality.

The synapse fires, pulsating forth infatuation through the rationally nervous protector the romantics inside so desperately despise.

…and watching the room move anew, a dizzy bluster reels the soul, into tracts of disbelief…fore when the eyes gained balance once more, it was as if, her ambiance never had appeared at all

If she had, I would’ve known, for my skin always glistened when she grew close, building sweetly until the space between was impossible to define…

Every year, at this time, I envision this empty space, complete as it was five years before, swimming with inhabitance, full as it ever was, alive, with humanity celebrating the music of the time

Every year, at that moment, the space again returns, as it was, with you gliding across the room, dancing upon the fairies dust invisible to the eyes, all, that is, but mine

And as the seconds merge into the last recalled, the field grows back to how it appears to all who pass it now, empty, replete with dandelions and tall weeds, ever a reminder why I allowed repression to steal from me, those moments alone, in the dark of your sedan, anticipating the evening yet to come, where two would unite entirely becoming singular and one

But I remember nonesuch visions painted besides that shore, overturned and crawling, overtaken by instinct, instinct which would revert to guilt, eyes blinded from the smoke and flame…I do not dare remember…my voice calling out for you, but for the first and only time, your refusing to return my call…and the scene that would soon fill, blanket placed about my shoulders, a cotton I felt nothing for, as ghosts tended to the wounds accrued…but where, where were you….I do not remember them spending two days before they declared the permanent void that forever devours each my waking days…I remember none of the events that followed, the decorative but empty pine, lowered deep beneath the upturned ground…Nor the faces of the townsfolk, as if, this was partly my fault…Never recalling her father, chastising me, so vehemently, for never having been worthy of her love, that there never would have been such a day, if I did not so passionately pursue her in such convincing ways…I do not remember purchasing this property, these endless fields, overflowing high for evermore, an endeavor miles long, the creek and that shore, the trees and this beautifully fucked up sky…I cannot remember…NO, I choose to not, cry, not a single tear, for if I would dare to do such a deed, all hope of a return would disappear and overrun me as these weeds do this field…

That is but a part of me…for the other refuses to remember, as such events never happened, and as for the rationale resident to the rest, well that, I never cared to examine, for lately, it does seem, that decisions are something I don’t do best, for I adamantly swear to any and all who still, choose to lend their ears to my words, that every morning I still hear your laughter, still envelop in your scent, feel your arms caressing as they always had, and then, from time to time, more the often than the naught, I am positive I still catch your sight, dancing, gleaming brilliantly amongst the wildflowers under the serenade of an ever luminescent night time sky.

I thought I'd share this piece of prose poetry that I'd been working on a little here and there over the past couple weeks.  What started as one thing, took on a life of it's own and a story materialized.  Hope you all enjoyed.

It's Tuesday, well it was a few hours ago, but still, Open Link Night is still in full swing.  Stop on over to D'Verse to join the party, read all the amazing poetry on display and hey, if you feel inspired, which I'm certain you will, write a poem or prose poem and share it for everyone to enjoy.  Cheers.

Dusk's Lament

Lost in the cordial of afternoon

A somber fray consumes

the lingering of mourning

Escalations build

inside the cages

of a parting sun

Ignored in the evening breeze

are the rising tones

of never-wills and what-have-beens—

Altering each chain of choice

are muddied customs

too oft denied it’s voice

A dawning breath still speaks

of laziness and idle grief

Directionless yet reacquainted

a spirit of tomorrow

For what was lacking

has been replaced

by this loss we share

Shared alongside the wonderful poetry on display over at

 Imaginary Garden With Real Toads for Open Link Monday

Hero/Villain

You, my dearest enemy

For you, my kindest foe

You, my sweetest adversary

I mourn the loss of you

How many years will go-

-Before one betrays me, like I have you?

How long will this pestilence ride-

-Before I reach the grave?

Shall you be awaiting my arrival, upon your horse of sable white?

Have the posters been completed, indicating proper price?

You, my dearest rival,

In this grand charade we do

For you, my fondest opponent

The tables have turned in two,

I still weep your passing without reprieve

As long as it has been, the wound still feels fresh to me,

I lay awake some nights, when the tree shakes into the door,

Jump aside the curtains, to see what is in wait outside,

At first I was enraged,

That you had left me alone to fend,

But since I’ve grown mature,

And learned to comprehend

I understand, home is where I’ve you’ve sent you to,

Despite, home being where I’ve stole you from,

Where every blessing can be a curse

Where every curse can be a blessing

Others have come, to haunt my trail,

But their stealth, so loud, each time did fail,

Even when combining effort, their ways could not compare,

Humbled by tricks, so simple, I forget were even there

Where these others foster vigilance,

You took the time to know,

Where these others promoted violence,

You let a connection grow,

Where these others sought the hangman’s noose,

You only wanted what you deemed fair

Where these others aimed to hurt and bruise,

You only operated with respect and care

For you, my dearest enemy,

I admire all, of that you offered,

For you, my sweetest foe,

I do dare address you now,

As my most beloved friend

Time has passed much slower, than when you were on my heels,

Grass has grown much greener, with the wind cut from my sails

The chasing is still endless, but now filled, with logic incomplete,

This, to you, I must confide, I laugh myself, some days to dream,

These men, those in pursuit, the ones that took your place,

They’re sharp with a spreadsheet, but in the hunt, devoid of skill

What, for you, would’ve ate but seconds, for them, devours months,

They sense me in their crosshairs, yet I’m nowhere near their scope

While you were known for a most relentless, manner to your trade,
I remember you much different, never did I feel afraid,

Until the day I walked away, head hung so very low,

Now facing me, was a future, I could not profess to know

While my methods, rarely filled with mercy, was merciful indeed-

-On that night, in that place, when each forces –face to face-

-When it came to you, all you had to do was plead, even the simplest- -Prayer would do, but never, not even once, were you willing to secede

With heavy heart, the pain, to which I must daily wrestle,

Is knowing, that you wouldn’t have been, nearly half as cruel to me

You, my dearest enemy

For you, my kindest foe

You, my sweetest adversary

I do mourn the loss of you

You, my dearest enemy

For you my kindest foe,

You, my sweetest rival,

You brought focus to my day,

Rest assured my brother,

I’ll keep alive your memory,

As I meander through, these, my, remaining days

I’ll ensure your lineage is always well to do

Never shall I again be tested, never pushed as if you were here

Only tattered skylines, that once was blue, appear,

I lost the silver lining, when our last goodbye was through

And yet, each day, I still converse with you