Dead Letters

I wrote a letter once
for a friend who is hurting;
Twice, to a brother departed;
And even more times
for strangers disheartened.

I laced beautiful words
in comforting tones
beneath stoic guises,
To that unfeeling paper
of impoverished depth…
Lost in impoverished depth.

Gently, I wrapped them,
white against my cold hands;
neat packages of love—
These letters.
They always ended with:
Repondez s’il vous plait.

And yet I never sent them.

The lone wolf and the moon

On the rugged cliffs of the island,
a lonely wolf
looks down to the shore below–
shining and dazzling, kissed
by the moonbeams.

The wolf scanned the vastness
of the sea, then lifts its head
up to the moon…
to cry a song
to that beautiful moon.

But no voice came out,
for it has lost its voice–
Drowned in battles fought in the days
when the beat of the kill
was loud in the world of beasts.

The moon in her yellow splendor
saw the sorrowful state of the wolf;
‘Tis the same creature
that sings tales to me,
speaks to me
–thought the moon.

That night, it was she who howled
for the wolf.

The Lost Queen

Who is this woman, crowned in green?
Crying blue, tears unseen…
I want to hug her on her throne
~desolute and worn.

You cannot judge her with her smile
Seductive, beguiling for a while
But when you linger, you’ll see
She’s just as damaged as you and me.

Who is this woman, catching eyes
Painting her bland life with sweet lies
She woes the angels with her songs
Looking for a place where she belongs

If you meet her, please bring her home
If you know her, kindly remind her,
for she doesn’t know who she is.

To the iron gates…

(Poem #3 of series)

Clammy hands,
Hearts on fire,
Bodies entwined
(the first embrace)

Our eyes were shut
To the world
As I whisper my gratitude
to the heavens,
And she, her vows
(the morning grace)

As our bodies parted,
The wind blew~
in chorus with the fluttering
Of wings yet to be tried.

The iron gates, already open
Metals creaked
This, and the sound of our feet
(as we leave this place)

Running is a flight to oblivion.

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