“Onion”
Peel back the layers,
Exposing the inner core-
And now I’m crying.
Steve D
Peel back the layers,
Exposing the inner core-
And now I’m crying.
Steve D
Bare branches splay out
Grasping for her warm breath, like
Skeleton fingers.
Steve D
Icy blades sweep through,
Deflected by heavy shields,
Warding their chill touch.
Steve D
Your eyes scan the field.
Do you search or lose yourself,
My dear guardian?
Steve D
Crucifix nailed above the door frame:
Judging from on high, up high, Continue reading “Misplaced Missive # 89: Cross”
Child me used to name
The squirrels who romped near my house
And envy their play.
Steve D
Told with the fondness of nostalgia,
I grew up with the same few stories,
Like prized childhood memories
Of times considered better.
Where violence was common,
And insults became funny after time.
Because when you’re that young,
Everything seems worse than it was. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #157 – Real Love”
Winds bow tall grasses
Over shallow riverbanks,
Their whispers unheard.
Steve D
Patience that knows no shore,
Washes into a sea of restless waiting for
Effort to come to fruition.
Pleading for permission.
I’m begging you: release me from this prison
Of blind high dives and titanic lies.
Water, water everywhere
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Long-faced child of war-
Soft hazel eyes search the trees
Knowing not for what.
Author’s Note: Aston is the other protagonist (along with Jaed) for my novel, “Aston and Jaed”. Aston looks much like an ethnic Felding; fair skin, hazel eyes, light brown hair, and a tall, lean build. A young man of 19, Aston grew up in the shadow of the Second Clan War, in which his father was killed when Aston was only twelve. Aston has a strong sense of duty for his family, but he also cares for Jaed deeply. He must reconcile his past in order to become the honorable man he wants to be.