“Pine”
Hours of labor
Exposing the grain beneath
Our beachy cottage
Steve D
He’ll only open his eyes to see the sun,
Visions of white and The Holy One.
His voice always commanding and sure,
Hides his weakness and won’t waver,
When he says nothing I want to hear,
When he reveals nothing, but his own fear. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #98 – Flip”
You call me heathen,
Your devil, Your demon.
All your lessons
Finally seeped in,
And now you’re wary
Of what you’ve seen. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #105 – Heathen”
Overwhelming expectations,
Always lead to poor relations,
Degradation, false hopes,
And lost patience.
Sad salutations,
To mark the start,
Of Farewell. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #99 – Farewell”
Darting and zipping
across the dusk sky, silent–
tiny fluttermouse.
For reference: http://redstringpapercuts.com/2017/07/04/and-my-new-favorite-german-word-is-fledermaus/
Steve D
Can it still be called
midday when I’ve just risen?
That seems dishonest.
Steve D
The shining moon I howl to.
Doesn’t matter where I run,
There’s no escape,
High above,
No judgment,
But no love. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #86 – Moon”
Burning eye through the leaves,
one last heated breath reaching
to stave off the night.
Steve D
All that passion needs some release.
Unable to keep it leashed,
I submit to the will of its own making
Changing into something Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #91 – Passion”