Silent Sunday – Silhouette

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Beyond a Shadow

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“Shadow of a Doubt,” directed by Alfred Hitchcock

 

It was then when I first saw
your doubt… he was lurking
just around the corner from
the garage.  True, in some way
I, too, brought a doubt along.

How could you doubt, I thought;
but then there he was, dressed
in coldly dubious business casual.

Why stand on formalities
when belief is strained –
like a can of beans?

They didn’t take long to become
acquainted, your doubt and mine.

They shared the time of day,
the weather, and eventually
pictures of the wives and pets
as they rummaged through
the ice box, helping themselves
to your beer.  They took over
the couch and love seat, spilling
ripple chips across the cushions.

Soon they were immersed in some
show they both binged on, using
your Netflix account.  They got
to be absolute nuisances, those
two.

We worked together – the first
time in a long time.  We mustered
all the faith we could.  Eventually
they were out of your house, out
of our hair.

It took us all day to remove all doubt.

 

 

 

 

What 3 a.m. Becomes

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“That night was a dark day. Of course, all nights are dark days, because night is simply a badly lit version of day….”

― Lemony Snicket

 

Cries in the dark no

longer feral – sky no

longer dark well

after dusk.  Our stars,

once rulers now faded

as our gods.

 

Night, this millennium

remains torturous

to those without sleep.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Punctilious I Am (b)

 

…it sometimes goes.)  You wake –

up… groggy, because the alarm

pulls

you out of a deep,

deep sleep.

Your heart is knocking

on your head,

and…

your eyes are filled

with gravel as if your young son was playing

at the beach of your dreams.

* * *

You sleep –

sometimes

when you least expect

it.  (That’s just how…

 

 

Posted to dVerse Poets Pub, Meeting the Bar.  Björn is asking us to deal with poetic punctuation and enjambment — breaking rules, breaking lines, breaking table lamps if we’re not careful.  We are also supposed to spill the beans about what rules we are breaking.  But, aw, you know me… I wouldn’t break rules.  🙂

From Scratch

 

“Happiness is having a scratch for every itch.”

– Ogden Nash

 

Leave
it(ch) alone you’ll only make
it(ch) worse.
It’s what you do.

You have
an itch.  You scratch
it(ch).  Then it(ch) bleeds.

Tear
it(ch) open.

Crawl
inside the wound.

Whiskey and Ancho liquor splashes
onto exposed
flesh.

Osprey screams.

The itch
won’t go
away.

 

* * *

 

Posted to dVerse Poets Pub, Quadrille Monday.  Happy Anniversary, dVersers!

Soaring Low

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A bald eagle built
a nest on a directional
sign on eastbound 408
where lanes exit to 417
in Orlando.

Last week, driving
home, I looked up and saw
an eaglet standing
in the nest, looking
out at the traffic rushing
under her feet –
without pattern or reason.

The eaglet was wavering
on the edge.

As I moved on, I knew
the feeling.

 

 

 

Aloft

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“When the lips are silent,
the heart has a hundred tongues.”

– Rumi

 

These still moments roll

between you and I, charged

with blue voltage that feeds.

We are not filling the spaces

with devices and parlor tricks.

 

You open the spaces, smiling.

 

I span the spaces with fluttering –

wings carry our love tree to tree.

 

 

 

so let’s say a tree that hangs

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so let’s say

a tree that hangs

because I love

a cliché once

yesterday you were

the only

not alone but

in unison really

twelve hours we

rode laughter

following the rules

of engagement

our life is

on the cusp higher

that settles

much redundantly

how long and how

wide ardently

love comes in

volumes bound

so let’s say

a tree that gives

let’s say the

yesterday when

you were the

only one alone