Squandering Sunlight

..

There’s a last
-ditch effort to our breathing,
a long slow grieving process
(progress?)
that comes sharp
with every sunset.

We watch it plop
into mountain range
ocean spill
quiet plain;
disappear as if
it never shined. We hold
its last rays in tired hands
and hope
…………..(know?)
another is not so
very far behind.
(Right?)

We mourn, for we have not
always spent it well,
this day. These hours. Too
few. Handfuls, really. In hands
already too full of
other things. Too busy
to touch another’s face. Too
worried about the human race
to bend and fold
and pray.

Ah, but see? The
sky
remains.

..
NovPAD, day 30

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Intricate Loathing

..

The way the stars cut
sharp, tinder us toward

ashes, tender us worth
-less. The way the fender

bends into the breeze,
going ever nowhere and

the way the music (too
loud)
is still saying no

-thing and everything
and all the damn things

in between. The slant of
sky in the rearview mirror,

for want of something, any
-thing better. The rain. The

skeletal shadows (paper
skins)
of bony trees. The

fat white moon bubbling
up as if hope were a balloon

and we were somehow
still able to breathe.

 

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NovPAD, day 29 (two for Tuesday) 

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Falling in Love with a Melting Moon

..

she’s a silver sliver,
smiling.

you’re just a shmo
on the ground.

look quick.
(shiver)
she’s
got a thing for the
tumult of sea, and
she won’t be
around long.

 

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early flowers

(though love be a day
and life be nothing,it shall not stop kissing.) – E.E. Cummings

 ..

we are ever
falling softly, pale
and petaled
and waiting
for our souls
to set.

 

..
NovPAD, day 29.

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I Want Blank Pages

,
and periwinkle chalk,
and indigo ink that stains
my skin. Slips of trees waiting.

Sea. Sky. Sand and salt
and wide-spilled stars. Shine.

Black clacked, plowed through
a snowstorm of white. The peace
of another sunrise, and time

………………………………….to write.

 

 

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NovPAD, day 28

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lo(o)sing the moon

..
she’s crum
-bling again, all waning
stardust and darkside drowning,
downing cloud cocktails like there’s

no tomorrow.
she’s losing her much
-ness, the suchness that makes her
whole, the hot mess that still somehow

soothes you.
she’s a whole sky of want
-ing, taunting us to follow far and
swim darkdeep, sleep tucked under this

indigo wrap.
she’ll trap us in her fading
skin, begin to hold us, cracked and
spilled and half-crazy in the way we shine.

..
NovPAD, day 27

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moon voyage

..

we long to press our footprints in
-to her milky skin, see once and for
all if she truly is made of stone,

reflecting light that’s not her own.
we long to build ourselves a tiny
cottage there, a place to escape to

when the binds of home won’t do
and we need a quiet place to write
new songs. we long to swallow her

whole, make a wish to follow her
far across this deep bright sky.
we won’t stay long. we know

she’s got a thousand miles to go,
pulled and pooled by time and tide.
we just want to know her, now.

 


NovPAD, day 26

 

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