Death Call of Crows
Black crows ceased listening
to songs without truth,
which hung for too long
on clothesline of despair
beyond feathered reach,
hidden among bruises
of empty caws.
Death rattle stilled
crows’ faltering hearts
on barren branches.
Penetrating dagger
slew hollow bony chest
as they moaned
and stared
at bottomless destiny.
Beaks grabbed fistfuls of
shattered pieces
and ran parallel
to lightning strikes
beyond dark grasp.
Birds broke
empty death silence
to be heard
above the call
of dying mates.
Tears glistened
on stitched faces
as crows turned backs
on tainted life,
fleeing toward
refuge of
harboring moon.
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in finite detail
we weigh
the height & the width
that goes on as if . . . . . . . ........
forever
we dream
the ruler ends
but not the measure
a fraction of a fraction
of a hair
growing as if . . . . . . . ...............
from nowhere
we doubt
the start and the stop
but can't out talk a
cuckoo clock
lost-n-found as if . . . . . . . ........
our soul waves echo
from the cosmic dark
in a never ending
line & dot
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Dimes from heaven
It's 8am and my alarm is always on cue. This late fall day is promising sunshine, despite the cold temperature. I see a ray of sun reflecting from my dresser mirror. I'm smiling on the thought that the forecast did well on it's promise. I lift my head from my pillow and my body follows to sit up on the edge of the bed. The floor is cold as my naked feet make their way to the bedroom window. I cast the champagne drapes aside to take a closer look at the sky, and a sea of blue now appears above the rooftops. The bare trees are the only indication of the season.
Despite the brilliant light, and clear skies, my thoughts go inward, and I begin to feel the sadness. He's gone. My love. My life. My eyes begin to well up, and it's hard to swallow. I don't see the ray in the mirror, but only a weary face looking back at me, the pain embracing my whole body like daggers, and a loud cry comes up from my throat. My legs buckle under me, and I hit the floor hard. I bury my face in my arms, as my wet tears cover them. It hurts so much. I turn my head to rest on my bent knees and I see something shiny by my right foot. I reach for the dime as I sniffle to keep my nose from running. I stand up abruptly and I kiss the dime. My gratitude is overflowing. Thank you for being here with me, my boy.