08 November 2010

Catching Cold

Oh god, woodsmoke tang
ankle deep in gold red surf
dry waves skitter along the walk

Mornings are slow and mineral
Scraping rime from the windows
Through a haze of breath

In the evening sun of liquid gold
the car pulls to the curb, door opens
memories spill into the blue

Fissured heart wraps around phantoms
squeezing blood and warmth to arms
sore from flailing, catching cold

but not you.

6 comments:

  1. beautiful imagery....grasping at thin air.

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  2. Dreamy , lovely , touching, love it ~

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  3. i love the way you describe the seasons, Kevin. you really paint with words (and NOT by the number!!!)

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  4. Lovely. Touching. Sad. You always capture a moment so well.

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  5. Sadness spills out here as well. I know the feeling of grieving someone who is still around.

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  6. This one reminds me of your brother...so much longing.

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Don't suffer your crimes
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