Wind

It is said; if you wear an ugly face

When the wind changes –

Your face will stay that way.

If the wind changes

While my heart is broken –

Will it stay that way too?

 

From the west it came

Carrying dust and sandflies.

My skin dried and grit filled my eyes.

I felt I’d never be the same.

 

This ill wind had blown no good.

To my despair was added discomfort.

Hopes for peace had come up short –

I let myself fall.

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Precipitous

At this precipice  –

When everything falls aside

When relevance is intimate

Is colour unquestionably brighter

Is salt air now honestly sweet

Are priorities still valid

Are beliefs still as profound

Or has reality given wings to life

Or perhaps lit a previously dark path

Then step back and taste this life

Then begin to live on your terms

Now you have made the choice –

Now you are free.

Bleeding

.

alone in this dark

while my wrists, they gently weep.

waiting for the light

The Curse

for services unsolicited

for a life you just passed by

for favour seldom given

for love you hoped to die

i slit the neck

and bleed the bat

and add some common rye

with eyeless worm

and words cut short

i spit into the dye

i spread the sign

upon your door

with horse hair dipped in this

to curse you once or maybe twice

that never may you die

but watch your face before your eyes

grow sadder with

each passing life

as friends and lovers disappear

pain slashing like a knife

i curse you so

for as you know

our time together ended

when you first said

you’re better off dead

than spend a life with me

so now my pain i leave this way

emblazoned on your door

i have no time to ask you why

and less to yet forgive

and now i’m done

my pain is gone

this pond before me calls

i sink beneath its beckoning chill

my heart is full and thrilled

to know that wounds

i’ve left behind

will fester on

and never seem to heal.