Originally published August 10, 2009.
In sharing, you blossom
beyond a shell of fragrance,
less fragile in purpose
yet full of potential verve.
With words, we caress
the borders of mundane
frustrations wrapped up,
stacked debris on the curb.
Empty air, stale with memory
fills my nostrils as I exhume
the backyard graveyard for
bones worthy of burying
deeper, beneath the longer
worms churning at the
behest of the life force
brimming in all matter.
All spirits flee, stealthy in
execution at the moment that
life no longer holds ebb
in check with the scoundrels
until ego and terror collide
with that nervous smile inside
wondering why such collisions
demand patience and silence.
love the images- great opening lines. i will read and re-read this one- sure there's more yet for me to take from it.