Whole
Pieces lay tattered as remnants imparted
The gift of a promise turned grimly discarded
Relentlessly dreaming from irrational hope
It’s the curse of belief as the end of my rope
Truth belies wishes that at hand comes some start
The female whole that has broken my heart
The garden’s grown weeds far too countless to name
As the faces and memories play repeated refrain
Seen as the tease of a flowering bloom
What is left in the wreckage, only darkness and gloom
Exhaustion takes hold with a deadening vise
Years built ‘pon failure comes with too great a price
Sit and I write as remembrance transcribed
The pain will remind; hurt will abide
Copyright SGW 2011
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Poem: Nameless
Nameless
Everything, everyone, wherever might turn
A maddening silence would be all to discern
Reasons may vary as any drop of the sand
Though intentions bring promise the results are less grand
False are the footsteps from the masquerade dance
You follow the sign posts yet never advance
Stand misdirected with paralyzed grip
A stifling sickness that can shoot from the hip
As one quiet poem crafts a marking of words
Shout from the rafters and never get heard
Copyright SGW 2010
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