Impossible Place
The place just between,
my heart and my mind,
and my hand with a pen.
That's an area i find,
has my soul crying,
to no peaceful end.
If i could find,
my place within,
that space and go,
without a merry trace.
Off I'd be outside,
myself and hide within,
aching chest and head.
I beg that impossible place!
EaS
Causation
Drifting through my internal smoke,
deepest breaths unwilling to choke.
Resident’s ash grey and cinder black,
charcoal steps on unrequited track.
A soot silver doorway scarred to last,
I feel fine white embers melt my glass.
Floating on heat haze wetting my eyes,
old furniture flames ignite my disguise.
Books and pictures scorched in pain,
incendiary halo evaporates the rain.
Rooms in my home so recently ablaze,
blood’s fever leaves my brain braised.
Fire burns everything from within,
starts in hope and isn't altered by sin.
Wallpaper shrivels as matter converts,
hot cremation sands my only desserts.
House of my mind in conflagration,
homeless there with me as causation.
EaS
The strong pieces,
were too heavy,
to carry this morning.
They lie discarded,
on my closet floor.
This day starts wet,
and I've a leaky heart,
that today abhors adorning.
EaS
Romantic Notions
Growing up carrying,
grand romantic notions,
which blistered into ire.
Now travel is slowed,
by the muck congealed,
deep in this useless mire.
EaS
Smiling Poet
The smile the reader,
may imagine they find,
often on a poet's face.
Invokes a child’s giggle,
all the seasons entwined,
or a sultry steaming place.
A grin that just may be,
the poet’s masqueraded mind,
gagged with sodden lace.
EaS
