Of the wind

When I think of what I set upon winds aloft

       unbidden

in heaping accidents of certitude

 

that.

given to currents random, drifting

     to find and fall and surely

settle about your shoulders

and eyelashes

resting

upon ruddy cheeks wet

with deep-rooted regrets

     ever whispering,

 

my fingers rake the air as if to reclaim it all

in gasping handfuls

 

Unwrite indelible hopes on blue lines disappearing

      redefine how hazy it should be when the moon

rises over my singular side of sleep.

 

Please.

sweep aside any gist of me scattered about

unopened

      unanswered

and return my falling stars to scattered showers

and pockets full of uncertain certainty.

Reviews

[Ed Hart]

throw certainty against the wind,
the wind throws it back again
'til thoughts be gems
sharp cut with slivered truth
therein lie the lies that put
the gravestone on our youth

hope is but a name
we fasten to the wind
it dances like a kite's long tail
but never from our string sets sail

no beast but man
plays games with time
while ladies of the longer locks
try to peek inside the box

[Sandy Beach]

Another piece of eye expanding and exploding color and dripping sweet of word.
I have read this now 5 times and more colors and pictures pop with each read. :)