The summer we spent at the beach
left us far from where we started.
You were content to spend your days,
nights, in quiet somnambulism.
...
You speak to the brides
through the cold thin air
of treason,
betraying them by your
...
Cool air and a ripe apple lie forgotten
on the bed of summer.
A chestnut orb, prickly piece of
sabotage, finds my step as I transverse
...
I missed you today.
Yesterday, your footprints were
found in the gray sand.
...
I wait at night
for the man to come.
Tired of daylight dawning.
Eyes blinded wide
...
Time has moved in, bringing his
dusty cloak and a steamer trunk.
With a creak unnoticed before,
he lifts the brassed lid high
...
The town square was tepid in the early morning light.
Tea for two and a squirrel begging for food.
Serenity transposed on a single blade of grass.
A moment's pause in a possible lifetime.
...
During deep discussion it slipped out;
the tiger long caged, the skeleton in the closet.
A secret so hidden, it's cobwebbed form
floated unheard for seconds.
...
You went to the
top of the mountain
where the trees stood
aside to give you
...
The house on the corner was empty.
When I passed by, there were no
reminders of us having lived
on the third floor with the slanted
...
The Beach House
The summer we spent at the beach
left us far from where we started.
You were content to spend your days,
nights, in quiet somnambulism.
Spending endless days without
waking or caring or seeing the
turbulent waves slowly pulling
the sand from under our feet.
While I spent my days walking the dunes
looking for driftwood and shells,
sweet pea flowers and scrub pines.
The days were cool and the seagulls
called their warning.
They should have been whispering
my name, that and goodbye.
This doesnt do justice to your talents, as evidenced by your other poems offered on this site. But I like the vision, though something is missing, and that is your details and pointed perceptions.