Category: Twitter Poems

Wanted to squeeze your hand
as a final farewell
but the end came more abruptly
than time would allow
and you slipped beneath
the white sheets
and my distant hands
to somewhere quite unknown.

It ain’t no good
in looking back
and wishing otherwise
for times have changed,
all things are past
and we alone remain.

His voice a gravel road
his heart a broken tune
a low rumble of a song
that waltzes with the
light of the half moon
in the darkness of the
closed room.

In the rain
we dance
drink deep
life’s stream
go with the flow.

She removed her
eye glasses
to wipe the lens;
I saw her then
in that moment
as she was.

I’m sitting in the middle
with nothing in my hand
feeling kind of empty
no feet for the promised land
where the shadows of loss
stole from this hungry man.

Sometimes when I think
of your longing
and your misplacement,
I am reduced
to the sadness
of a white, road-side cross.

It’s a long road of neglect
got a millstone around my neck
looking for someway to resurrect
the voice of the architect.

I am lost in the space between us
and I do not known how
to bridge the gap
for you are beyond the reach
of everything I have taken
and I see no way to restore
these things or to retrieve again
your heart.

Effortless loop
of its wing lifts
the white-faced heron
to a tree-top perch
alight with the rays
of the setting sun.