hidden by the fogI walked blindlychasing the road as if in a blind alleysounds of chilly wind chased mesilence of my chilled heart propelled meI stumbled in the cobbled pathfell down on my knees,compelled to kiss the frosted earthwhen I reached homeI didn't see the light at firstbut seeing you sleeping so peacefullyI jumped on our bedkissed the roof with gleecool surface drove away my guiltinnocence of your love merged into me"when you wake upI will make upuntil then I am going to figure outhow to stand upside down"
dust laden keyboardwill wait for my fingersmy laptop and my computerwon't blink againjournal of my life would be stillthe streets won't see my feet againbanks will call and fall silentin the closetsomeone will find my hidden jewelsall my papers would be carefully scrutinizedbut would I care,would anyone carehope someone misses my poetry,and the reviews I writebut I know and you know,nothing will change in this worldwhen I die that is what I wish-no immortality after death.
I hold handswe turn into a wheelits like carrying a carta person has to unload itthe search for a placebecomes a projectthat number on the wallwho will carry that?
broken breath, I left itshivering on the stairsicicles as its innardsburnt by frostnow see fireengulfing dirtmy aorta can take itwhile I bleed happiness
I was calmamidst the hissing sound"pardon me," said Tom T. Urkee,my nearest neighbor,"I could only save this journal.""thanks, that is all I need,"I said.
spurting juice I catch it in my mouthan applereminds me of you-the days we shared~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I talk into itgibberish, incoherentmy mobile phonegives me an earfullike the way you did~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~it wobbleslike an old manthis chairI have had for years-a landmark`````````````````````````````````````````````I brush ita tapestry forms on itthat walla witness to my joyssmudges speak of sorrows~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I massage itwith gentle strokesolive oilon your skinsmooth as mine~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~From AppleHouse Poetry Workshop... of 5 lines where the middle line acts as a pivot, i.e. it can be read in conjunction with the first two lines, or it can be read as the line that leads into the final two.
