Sweet Bird

After you left I jogged  along the shoreline past the carnation houses  along the jetties where scattered surfers waded hoping to catch the last waves.  A haze veiled the shore and vanished in the rain.  Globules of salt encrusted my eyelids and each breath ripped upward from my belly tearing through my lungs. I sank down on the damp sand behind the old seafood restaurant. Unearthly howls carried out across the waves dissolving into the sea.

I want to believe that the ocean is a froth meringue not a murky depth where in heavy boots you wade past that place where you lose your grip and the rush of saltwater fills your eyes and mind but not the air.

Sea gulls swoop and squawk,  perfect black angles against the sky. I open my book by Tennessee Williams whose writing I abhor but the edge of its cover was leaning out as I passed the bookcase, Sweet Bird of Youth.

*So I close my eyes softly
’til I become that part of the wind
that we all long for sometime”

*Stevie Nicks

Quietus

“Love is a journey through waters and stars, through suffocating air, sharp tempests of grain:
Love is a war of lightning, two bodies ruined by a single sweetness”   Pablo Neruda 

 

Between wake and sleep
I feel the brush of your hand
cold as winters breath.
I thought I glimpsed you in
lightning strokes through my window
heard your steps come and go
down halls still echoing departure
as night slips away
 the mist of yesterday recedes
over the lake of time
So that you may see what is left
of me I’ve etched your eyes to mine
Dismembered by scythes of devastation
we scatter like autumn leaves
You go where gravity pulls you
disappear through shimmering veils
or wind down my cheek like teardrops
settling in the hollow of my throat
conscious fingers of stars gliding
over hoarfrost fields or weeping willows
sweeping an ice capped pond.

winterwoman

art by Brad Kunkle

Three Day Quote – Day Two

Thank you Tintins @  https://swervestrikesback.wordpress.com/  for inviting me to participate in Three Days Three Quotes.  Thank you for including me in this fun project.

 

“Bring me all of your dreams,
You dreamers,
Bring me all of your
Heart melodies
That I may wrap them
In a blue cloud-cloth
Away from the too-rough fingers
Of the world”

Langston Hughes “Dream Keeper”

 

This challenge is open to all.  Please  inspire us with your words.