“Back”
A short-lived return,
an episodic foray
into thoughts distant.
Steve D
A short-lived return,
an episodic foray
into thoughts distant.
Steve D
Eyes reflect tree lights,
and soon will shine with delight
every Christmas day.
Steve D
Bobbing side to side,
arms too little to hold fast,
you manage to sit.
Steve D
Creak, creak, the rocker.
The rhythmic whine of its joints
tethers me to now.
Steve D
If you’re not strong enough, you’re better off giving up. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #40 – Weakness”
The waking world stirs.
Light and sound shift and shudder–
Imprints on my dreams.
Steve D
I’m numb
and I miss who I Was.
who I am is
Acting a part of a role,
I no longer remember.
a faded, flawed caricature Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #39 – Caricature”
Every time your smile
bursts into a little laugh
I can’t not laugh, too.
Steve D
Hair stands on end
Heart beats erratic
No time to react to it
Fear pungent
Muscles tensed Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #38 – Fight Or Flight”
Fledgling trees sprouted,
different root systems, nearby,
branches intertwined.
Steve D