Tag Archives: Autumn

Girl I will never see again (poem of mine)

She was beauty’s muse,
I saw her once
Alone in a cafe,
Elbows propped
At crooked angles,
The soft trail of a jaw bone
Framed with a curl at the neck.
I felt as if,
My bones had ruptured,
Legs gave way
At the knee,
And feet turned webbed
On the wet cement.

I asked her once
Or twice
In my head
If I could take a seat,
We turned pages of books
Like wind turns leaves on an Autumn day
And I felt the brush of her wrist,
Soft as a newborn lamb,
And the warm glow
Of the brown tinder in her eye,
Glowed at the hearth inside me.

I asked her once,
Or twice
In my head
If I could take a seat,
And I watched myself,
Walk on by,
A turned face,
Turned down
Against the oncoming rain.


Adam’s song (original poem of mine)

As purely as the morning
Where the swallow dives,
And the sun’s brow rises
A melancholy charm
Under the first melody of the day
I loved you then.

When the sky spoke
In simple blues
I swam with it
Under clouded waves and arches
I was the artist
And my sculpted dreams
Lay soft,
And clean
Like linen.

I watched the spring
Tentatively pushing at the Earth.
An inescapable rust,
Was feeding on my memory
And I knew that it was only time,
Being time.
I could breathe.

The diamond spark of winter,
Unearthed my discontent.
October was never a good month for me.
Again I felt the air change,
Almost holy.
A transition,
Can be seen
In every pattern on the leaves.
As I would read your palm,
Your story waits to grow
And fall around me.