Author Information
PRODUCT OF THE FRACTURED MOMENT
Folder:
JOURNAL#15 sweet penchant for the muse
spare me but a glance
tailored is my maniacal life
not so harsh though in retrospect
could seem such circumstance
marred are the more fond misgivings
sulking like tall grass so trampled upon
yet wetted by the pond's slick stone path
the rains, they gave us a bum's rush
oh, when will the summer's lazy sun come out
to win us back
the solarium is much too quiet today
like the whispers mumbled by the threat of
death
there is plenty of air to breath
yet no fresh breeze to give you back
even a breath
Dandelion whinnies restlessly in his neat
little hay lined stall
eager for even the smallest recess
as anxious am I to just get away from it all
branded by this searing pain lodges so
steadfastly in my breast
mine not so merry eyes look but choose not to see
what it is that I have voluntarily lost
just so to gain passage beyond any previous
request
hats off to the dolt upon the hill
eating off his own moss
why, I am often as host it seems my own
worst guest
save me from my own hopeless heart dear journal
as it is the only true ally I've ever known
give me the will to pick up this pen yet again
to further pursue my best
for that of which solely only more sweetly brings
me closer to my finest home
sweet, rebounding peace
encased by the loving walls of a most illogical
happiness
regained acceptance is like a melody of ambrosia
upon the hungriest of all tongues............
(Dec. 31, 1996)
