last night
the darksome sky
washed
through and over me
kissing its way across
the lightbulb lit shadows
with so many excuses
i wavered
overly thoughtful and understanding
before opening
the window to let it pass
beyond the curtains
of my indecision
and off into the suddenly full
emptiness
6 comments:
Ah steven, there is such deep beauty in your words. They are so easy on the spirit, and they often bring me to tears, but in an oh so good way.
thank you for that.
I hope you have been well.
Every message I get these days has to do with allowing change to complete itself. I like the first stages but towards its conclusion, I begin to grasp, casually at first but then with a weird kind of desperation.
It's not rational.
hey liza . . . hmmmmmm . . . i reach in and try to get past the skin of this palce and so often it's so thick - like a wall and i can't press through it and all i really want to do is pull what matters back out and say "see here it is . . . look familiar"......... i've been well . . . . steven
reya - these words you write here feel so like the arrow that pierces the target of me . . . steven
Poignant Steven; ripe with atmosphere and pensive thought. I kept reading and saying 'wow' in my mind. I am in awe of this poem ... must read it again!
When a mistress comes calling why the indecision? What is the worst that could happen? Choosing to sit out seems very reasonable but to hesitate and miss an opportunity would be a shame. If only...
Moody and thoughtful, I enjoyed it.
I'm also loving the cold blue at the top. The color reminds me of a glacier that entered in the alps.
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