Grammatical gymnastics
tie my tongue. As I.
struggle to find words to say
how much you mean to me.
Words flood my mind,
torrents of them,
that wash away simplistic phrases

If I could go;
from here to there.
In an instant.
Quicker than light.
Then I would leave.
You here,
and go
there.
Then not being here.
I wouldn't hear,
you say.
Goodbye.
But, if my speed

Little dots
speaking
under fingers.
That once pointed
in derision.
Searching steps
of feet
that once strode
roughshod.
Suggestive scents
assault
unknowing nostrils.
Symphonic sounds

Exquisite in pitch
the note, perfectly played.
Left the cello in triumph.
It would not be delayed.
A 'd' an 'e' or maybe an 'f',
quickly soaring,
into the night.

I'm floating on a river of lonliness.
In a boat made of shattered dreams.
There's lights to the port and starboard.
Blackness in the forward extremes.

I paddle with with an oar of desperation.

I don't recall teachers.
just ghosts
in my past.
A shadow,
a spectre,
a bully, a saint.
So faint.

Out of the blocks.
Life's starting gun cracked.
False start.
No one

SPRING FORBEARANCE.
Talcum powder dust.
Somnolent, enduring seeds.
Wait the first cloud's tear.
SUMMER CHOIR PRACTICE.
Caterpillars die.
To compose the thrushes song.
Summer symphony.

Quick forgotten is
hope, that misery laughs at.
So dangerously.

Lies, that fill the heart
with pain, then evil intent.
So when they are spent.

Joy is gone for good,