Travel Into that Good Light Dale Schierbeck Down down, travel into that good light Our youth burnished new with the rising day Run,run away from the birth of the night. Tangled in the ignorance of the fight Between a divide and an entrance way Down down, travel into that good light. Good dog, loyal and…
Autumn Thief
Paw prints cling to air Memory touches golden fur Dry ash coats my mouth Weeping salt stings sight Your breath, still, falls on my heart Autumn you’re a thief. ∞ Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo). Today’s prompt: write a poem that: Is specific to a season Uses imagery that relates to…
Letting Go
When to let go? when do I …? when does the holding on stop being pain and become a habit of always checking the door before bed always running a fork through my fish always hanging an ornament given by someone you don’t even remember of dusting dog bowls four years empty — when does…
My Phantom Limb
A phantom limb I feel your pain gone and dead. I walk with a limp now four years a broken limb ripped from my trunk weathered wormed worn gone and dead. A limb warm still beating and bursting golden into a sky ready to burst with tears still rustling through my fingers. A limb that…
Memory’s — — Space
Today — — you rest remembered — — in — — a space — — a place of sand — — and ash pawprints — — upon — — an urn a soft spot a safe — — sojourn waiting — — having left — — me listening — — to your memories — —…
Forest Nocturne
an autumn twilight | rains: forest stars drip leafs upon: broken | hearted pillars of wood: a shipwreck | spears present: in a past — a future parted out of reach | I mourn | the walk a passage of time | locked away: in a closet sand in my shoe | pebbles | rock…
Possessing Loss: Remembering Ben
I’d never realized that loss is such a complicated and nuanced concept. I thought you either had something or you didn’t — that something is either possessed or it is lost. I figured the only complication would be if something is misplaced. But over the last year, I’ve discovered that loss is something that can…
Ben ~ In Memoriam
It was a rainy morning, a forecast filled with tears. Ben, the miracle dog, has left us, left my hearth, but not my heart. These past few days have been the saddest of my life — and that isn’t hyperbole. It seems only right that it has poured rain almost non-stop here for two days, save…
His News
The news: a bark that bites through my heart Words on a screen scratching at my soul My world shakes and it flings me down I choke on the hairy diagnosis And it claws at my breaking eyes. The clock chimes, the hands move, Eighteen years are now ticking , Sands caught in his paws, now…