Wooden Home

And you don’t have to build on this wooden home

With baseboards rotten and memories forgotten

The presence in vines coursing away and upward

Like old blood turned to mold onward to heaven

Reaching for the light

It’s dark now though and the winds are growing colder

The moon is light without the warmth

Night after the day

Wishing for something else to stay

Blue skies gone away

And you don’t have to come back

To this place



Or try



To do anything else with this frail frame

Nothing good can ever remain the same 

Let go and forget my name

© The Sad Owl

The Sad Owl : Another Year, A New Year

She lightly whispered into my ear, “I promise… I’ll never leave. Just close your eyes, shhhhhhhhhh it’s okay I’m not going anywhere. You deserve a good night’s sleep”.

It makes me often regret ever sleeping at all. It’s the way I can still feel her breath on the lobe of my ear, her lips on the side of my cheek, her words on my heart as she said, “I love you”.

What I would give for another minute. Another second. Another split of that, in a moment of time that will never be anymore. It was the way that human warmth becomes cold, the way soft and supple becomes hard and inanimate. It is the way that tears of struggle and of joy, become without reason, goals retracted, person rescinded, love and hate twisted to the point they break, ultimately into nothing. 

It is the way you spend every waking hour with no more wonder. Each day passing where two-thirds become a sixth. Alone is without a with. And I am all out. Weeks into months and months into another year waiting to disappear. I am a sad owl in the night, waiting to take flight. 

© The Sad Owl

A Long Way From Yesterday

The darkness is crowding our light

Our shadows forced out of sight

And soon even us

Our eyes, ours fingers, our feet, our toes

The skies that once lingered where the sun no longer glows

The sounds of our voices grow distant, down the river flows

Water droplets slowly cease and even the small ripples of movement stop

I can no longer feel you here

The way I used to

I am alone now

©️ The Sad Owl

Torrent

My heart still pines under the moonlight

Reaching high untoward the stars

Where dreams of you are distant, darker with my eyes closed now

Small beacons of hope for everything in-between

Snuffed out like flames by

Winds too strong and a rain too heavy

For hidden rainbows

©️The Sad Owl

Thomas & Wisp : The Cavern

“Huh…” Wisp floated eerily as the only source of light in the cave.

“What?”

“Where are we Thomas?”

“I don’t know…”

“It’s getting cold…”

“I know.” 

“So… When was the first time you ever felt scared” Wisp whispered hauntingly into Thomas’s ear.

Thomas exhaled a cloud of breath into the cold air.

“Well..” Thomas sighed once more, “I’m sure there were many times I was scared but..”

Wisp looked at Thomas as his eyes glazed over, almost as if he had left the room before his mouth began to resume moving.

“I remember being really scared when I was 10 or 11, I had stolen my first bike… You know, I just never had my own and I really wanted one to ride with my friends. Anyways, as I was riding away I heard a man yelling, it was the owner of the house, he turned the corner of the street so fast and I’ll never forget the look in his eyes.”

Thomas’s eyes now turned from glazed and empty to pinpointed and fixated, there was life, both in the colors of his iris and the grin strung across his cheeks.

“And I was so scared, but I knew that I loved the feeling.” Thomas said as he gently put his hand forward for Wisp to gently lay on. Then he slowly pulled her in closer.

Wisp looked up at Thomas’s face staring into the distance, resting on his chest, feeling the heartbeat of someone pedalling like the wind. There was something endearing in the air and the warmth against his chest was comforting. To Wisp his heart felt like an earthquake and the sound of a drum pounding thunderously in her ear. Yet at the same time, she could hear a smaller sound, reverberating through her, a small percussion much closer than even the tremor in Thomas’s chest, growing louder and more frequent. She began to tremble and suddenly she realized just how nervous she was, she too could feel afraid and like it. She curled up in his hand and closed her eyes as he held her even closer. Thomas then closed his eyes too as they lie against the cavern wall opting to sleep till morning.

©️ The Sad Owl

That Way

Emerald stars wane

Engulfed in crimson beauty

The moon red as ruby

Casting onto the sky

Small figures in the shadows run to tall grass

Hide with hands clasped

Praying for safe passage

Tonight is the night

The end of all opulence

The sky is swallowing the sea

To quench a thirst for the undesirable

Small white sclera protrude the dark

As the pinpoints of the pupils sink deeper into the abyss

They can no longer see eye to eye

The moon or stars or sky

The questions and conscience of…why?

And what they were ever after

And when will after ever be

After an eclipse to wait and see

Or dark eternally

Waiting for the light

©️The Sad Owl

Marianas Trench

It’s the way you hide

In the fire of a wood burning stove

All your passion’s laughter

Fall inside an ember

Trying to make a memory

With no recourse or action

Failing to remember, no recollection after

What it’s like to be alone

The sound of church bells ringing

And a light that slowly fades

To dream about you in later days

Waiting for that, which cannot stay

Never and far away

©️ The Sad Owl

One Lonely Cigarette

Have you ever seen a cartoon?

A red headlamp under the moon?

The small orange at the end of a cigarette?

Like the smokey cloud of text defining a thought that spells regret

Flowing aptly in the quiet of cricket chirps by a lake

Imagination in place of the memories we create

To live, is it better to have lived as a fake?

In the moonlight and the lime, with red cherry on the cake

A mistake and one avoided

To be toyed with

Till the end of outlined fate

In the box we did not create

A mold cast that will sit and wait

To be free of ➖

What is a soul?

If not the thought like an infinite hole

The fissure of omission

To throw a coin and put your wish in

Well, I wish you well

As I twist out these last embers

The smoke can never last

©️ The Sad Owl