Smoke and mirrors

your words are smoke
elegantly cursive, seductive
at first sight.  your shadow
is gilded by moon-silver
and burning lies are painted 
festive sparklers to match your coat

you play with time, but time needs no coat 
to reveal your true desires under smoke
like curtains daggered to sides, faint
outline of you, plain to see, rusted
stripped away as when one holds shiver-
ing hands of a dying loved one.   shadows

grow from your eyes, spilling roses-
you drop your mask, unbuttoning coat     
showing me your mirror.   I am silver
by guilt, but here are words buried broke
awaiting light & forgiveness
and above all, love in all its colors




Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight.  Title inspired by our past poetics on this theme.  Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.

catharsis

this poem is journey
     blaming (you)
     &
     blaming (me)

when our hearts are stones
      we river with sands, instead of fish 

when our hands are distant shores
      our words are indifferent, instead of warm with care

we forget that we are not mud-carved jars 
      that remain unshaken by storms & turmoils      

as waves rock back & forth
      we  crack, fall apart, feeling unbalanced  
      trying to swim in half-filled 
      or dry nothingness of land
     
then, think of us  
as pages, empty yet inviting
as flowers, blooming in sleep

      threading beads of happy & sad hours 
      & throwing any clumps of regrets
      to murder of crows

too late or not 
but as long as i'm walking
     
this poem is catharsis
      forgiving (you)
      & (hopefully)
      forgiving (me)