Love doesn’t die

Love doesn’t die

It hides in nooks and

Corners like an errant

Insolent child

Waiting to be humored

And indulged again

Love doesn’t fade in a flash

It languishes silently

Flickers quietly like an ephemeral flame

Waiting to be resurrected

Love doesn’t walk

Out of the window

It is jostled and pushed

Beneath the carpet

Of guilt and unspoken feelings

Beneath the comfortable

Couch of conjecture and assumptions

Love doesn’t break down

It fumbles and stumbles

Waiting for us to reclaim it with

A firm hand and a steady glance

Walk it back to where it belongs

Micro Poetry

The heart is my canvas

imagination  ink

I splash it with varied hues

Sometimes the green of envy

or love’s blushing pink.

 

There are moments

you wish would last forever

But joy must flow

and so must sorrow

In life’s meandering river

 

It was in  your eyes

That my lacerated soul

found resonance and

the obfuscated mind

answers to all  dissonance.

Sojourn To Growth

Learning

To cry myself

To sleep

Seeing

Nothing

Is for keeps

Knowing each

Story doesn’t

Always end

In a happily

Ever after

Sensing the

Silent tears

Beneath

Laughter

An eye

To know

The knave

From the knight

Wisdom

To realize

Those

Dark nights

Have a dawn

Faith to

Start from

Scratch

To reinvent

And be reborn

The Road To Redemption

They lie

Strewn about

On the road

To redemption

These

Shreds of

Me

Fragments of

What once

I used

To be

I

Look

At these scattered

Traces of what

Once most mattered

I see  those

Naive

Mistakes

How I

Burnt

My own

Stakes

Yet I got

Up each time

With my  chin

Up

And eyes

To the skies

Knowing

I have to brush

Off the dust

And Walk

I must

To rise

From ashes

And be reborn

With my

Eyes searching

For yet

Another dawn