17 Oct
2014
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Autumnal notes

Though Vivaldi wrote the shades of all four seasons
My autumn, painted rich with gold and red, shines with only Bach
Baroque swirls of longing, sad notes on a rotund bass

Apples fall from overladen, chipped bark trees and seem to roll
Into concert halls filled with sharp and flat acoustic, light-toned, wood walls
Seating arc for vantage views of stark stage punctuated with black music stands

I close my eyes as strings begin to sing, pining for attention and darker afternoons
When flushed cheeks in sweater weather walks end with turns
Into rooms lit by lanterns and crackling fireplaces

Tapestry and the setting of St. Matthew’s Passion evoke more memories
Of childhoods spent in reverie of worlds beyond these polished rooms
These cosy spaces of dangerous corners and painted ceilings

For outside, rain washes clean the leaves of trees longing for change
Puddles form on gray stone and brick walkways, and I tap
My booted toes to the faraway sound of trains and journeys yet to be

Elizabethean harpsichord join violins and the lonesome cello
Notes plucked, then strings skimmed by ribbon bows
Baroque, my fall friend, obliges me forward,
While all the while I look back in awe and sigh.

Photograph Red October by Vlad Costras on 500px

Red October by Vlad Costras on 500px

Written in response to d’Verse Pub: http://dversepoets.com/2014/10/14/poetics-under-the-influence-of-music/

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12 Oct
2014

As far as the eye can see

Golden sunrise vistas don’t tint this rusted world. Only fractured light reaches between the cracks and crumbles. Even when it’s sunny here, it’s dark.

See, our horizon stretches from alley to alley on either side of East Hastings.

Well sure, there’s one tease of blue-green mountains, squeezed between the pawnbrokers and the beer parlor… but you have to squint really hard.

Photo by Dawn Paley /  The Dominion

Photo by Dawn Paley / The Dominion

Written for this week’s Five Sentence Fiction: Horizon

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6 Oct
2014

Downpour

You find a doorway for refuge. Tears salt your cheeks, wet bangs sting your eyes, and an angry welt reddens high on your thigh.

Curled up as small as you feel, you shiver as rain carries promises of home into the gutter.

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42 words

Rain in November

 

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29 Sep
2014

Resonance

As if you’ve discerned the very moment my heart might mend

Your warm, honeyed voice whispers hello through space and wires.

You’ve returned and we forget

Again.

Wednesday night polishes jagged moments from our past

But inevitably, Thursday morning

And we remember.

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42 words

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21 Sep
2014

She’s told you everything now…

Follow the path in the coffee table’s dust; she’s etched her last thoughts in its silt.  No voice-mail message, no enveloped letter. No suicide formalities this time.

All she’s left behind are cigarette burns and a startling red stain on the carpeting.

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42 words

Photograph Gold coast by danieleldjarn on 500px

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16 Sep
2014

Dust

Damp lashes blink sand from my eyes

As crouched amid stone rubble and splintered olive trees

I envelop my family’s fragile future within my robe, and

Cradle the innocents to my breasts.

Slowly our faith fades and vanishes into despair’s deep darkness.

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42 words

 

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