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It’s just a whisper now,
a scent that flavours the air
when it rains.
No more echoes,
just a distant sound;
an old phrase
that catches on
in passing.
I greet the Jasmines
in the morning,
light of heart,
rid of the heavy thorns
of roses;
no deep red petals
to drown my senses.
I am free.
Free to take the Lily
on its dare,
if it finds me.
A Scent That Flavours the Air
July 5, 2021
Never have the stars looked so pale and plain;
I haven’t half the heart to look up.
My heart will not sing the same notes again
As once it did from the mountain tops.
Love’s low sweet breeze does not come this way twice;
What fool am I to seek it in this place?
And in its place, the wind of love’s demise
Comes sweeping its confectionery ways
Off to distant lowlands and the seas,
Consumed by creatures big and terrible
And wash to shore to the roots of the trees;
Not in my hands are they ever to fall.
High and low, wherever fate doth brings me,
I will not see love’s face, if it kills me.
Sonnet VII
May 13, 2021
I dreamed a beautiful scene
tonight;
cradling you in my arms,
showering your face
with little kisses.
You asked why I wept
and hushed me before I could
whisper my fear;
you said you’re here.
And I felt myself break into pieces
as I stood
to turn on the light,
and picked up the pen.
Midnight
April 5, 2021
There’s a wrong-ness in the air
that would neither settle
nor move along.
It brought vague questions
and cold sweats that tingle
my feet;
the sky is pale
and the dog is howling;
the wrong-ness,
artless and raw.
A waning moon showed.
It is now dark out.
Fangs in the sky
start to dance,
gnawing at my gut.
The hour on the clock
is wrong.
So was the color of my sweat
that I have just washed
down the drain.
The only thing right
is the certainty
that this wrongness exists.
But I must not come find
where it rests
for I have gone that way before.
And the only end
I would meet
on that path
is more wrongness.
Yet it rattles my bones,
like they’re wind chimes
out in an approaching storm.
A Wrong-ness in the Waning Moon
March 8, 2021