borrowed lights

 

the ashen sky is falling

land exhales fumes and smoke

shadows widen, rehearsing

what comes next -

or so it seems

in the rearview mirror

my hands, empty bowls

my body, battlefield

storm-tested terrain

my feet, sore from stone-shard ground

or so it seems

in the rearview mirror

but here, right now

winter sun holds 

bare maples stand, listening

snow hushes what survives

i am here, attending

not to the dimming of borrowed lights,

but to the spark i carry-

fire struck from pen and paper,

time marked without

vines of regret

let us spring

toward the pale tree

where brightness still gathers

                              Inspired by:   Extinction of Useless Lights

                                             by Yves Tanguy

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December Tableau

 

I unbox gold trees

trimmed festive red bows

there are amber lights

tricking my eyes - moon-

seeds or neon lights-

cold nights, fevered dreams- 

December blues paint

falling snowflakes from

silver dusted sky

still the heat of you

remains - pillows, book-

marks,  coffee-stained mugs

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wish list for december

 

i can sit here all day

flipping around in my tuxedo

suit until i am blue

with all of my crew

i do not need a jolly man 

with a red coat of fur & felt

to bring joy & cheers

i am fine as bundled blanket

but if you insist on gifting me

here is my wish list:

krills, squids & fishes-

and i will dance

dance with my happy feet

Credit:   Jay Ruzesky

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - December Point of View, hosted by Melissa Lemay.

Thanks for your comments and visits.   Happy Holidays to you all!

December days

i don't measure the days
     white-ashed clouds & snow
piles up my garden
     & ghosts the nights of faded ink
instead i marvel at every

sunrise, hint of savage pink
     crowing gloriously of spring songs
& beat of your nectarine heart
     in the wild abandon of the dance
     
     

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