Enough

The world of childhood, did it die, or did the childish – I
Lately, I’ve gone searching here and yon and in dark corners
of my mind – she’s there, I know it.
What great calamity sent her hie to hide
away from day
What was the final injury; what sight; what slur,
what fall for her
was the one that brought the words
no more
enough
I try so hard to remember; I seek to ask, but she flees through veils of
of years denied through rooms long dark, and halls of dust echo
ancient tears she cried
enough.

Just John

You know
I do not really care
and I know
you do not even dare
to talk at length of our relationship.
Lest some not-so-well-meaning soul
should drop a casual word
and someone who shouldn't
heard
then where would we be
you
and I
and she.

Did you ever sleep outside

the night had grown old and morning
crept across the lawn - tender tiptoes on wet grass
breezes teased dew from trees- woke slumbering flowers in their beds,
and me, as the cobwebs of dream
clear to greet her coming
no desire to go from outside to
inside - no desire for the musty odor
of things in need of dusting and
things that occupy space and give
little in rent when
outside, out here, it's all connected.

Nightscape

The A to Z Challenge is over and I need a new focus, but I still have poetry on the brain. This one's a not quite haiku.

Nightscape

soar star soul cross the

velvet dark of space and time

sensual shadow

bespeak, be lie