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

Loves me Not (part 2)

Why was it that as my life grew happier, fuller, fulfilled and answered for

That I thought to question about you

Inquiries of a random passing by conversation 

Of no relation to my bountiful inundation 

Made me want to swim back to the surface

A breath of fresh air that once seemed worthless

Became a wind that could carry your words

So few and so precious

As ash that was once flesh is

©️ The Sad Owl

Be Kind

Be careful, what you say can be profound

Caution to the wind where the words lost are found

Unknowing, a mystery behold, futures unfold

Destiny a stepping stone, virtues of patience and gentleness

Dancing feathers buoyantly float; lightheartedness

Darkness, some feathers black; calamuses inked heavily

Write the words of thanks and love, complimenting wearily

Pending messages to the soul sometimes never reach their destination

Resignation told not by words or action; a life leaving to imagination

The hollow tips consume the ink till at last it is too late

Open air, the ink has dried; what is written becomes fate

I can only hope the words left behind

Some time long after mine are kind

Fleeting Beauty

Art displayed: Fire by Lisa Sommers

 

Ephemeral beauty

Fleeting tragedy

Where I found you

In a high magnitude catastrophe

An amber stone born of blazing fire

Steaming water into airborne sapphire

The forest now a burning pyre

The emerald leaves fueled your greed

You had the world stand still enamored

The light of your radiance with insatiable maintenance

You consumed all

Until there was nothing left

The age of fire became ash

Nothing ever lasts

I found you in the remains of a world from long before

But

You do not belong here in the dark

Hearts of Time

Blackened bark in a disparate forest

Where the hearts of the unrequited hang like fruit

Tied by a noose that could not forget

Ropes of memories created this cemetery

Fairly but far

Screams in the distance

As blood fed the soil below

No monsters here

No fear

Only the disdain and mistreat

Our own demons

The heart, the place of most deceit

If you were to walk through

The shroud of age

Would surely trap you

Caged.

To run away from a youth

Better forgotten

But there is no choice

This soil asks for you

You can hear its voice

A gentle weep that creeps behind

A telltale sign of the time

How sublime, mother nature awaits the return

In life, a breath so deep

In death a silence, we sleep

Our hearts have always belonged here

Mother earth will always be waiting

The home we left

The theft, to steal peeks above our depth

We collected for her, all these stories to reminisce

A fairy tale before the goodnight kiss

A time we will soon forget to miss

When this soil erodes

It will be buried in the sands of time.

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The Night Sky

I cannot say that I am not jealous

You spoke softly in my ear

The same words that you whispered

Onto the palette you held

Beautiful and succinct

Creating color

Clear but divided

In multiplicity

But qualities of your features

Unknown to many slipped through in your words

You colored the sky in strokes of purple and pink, skewering it with wavy fuchsia

Dashing green aura and fire yellow, only to end in blue

Sitting on the edge of a crescent moon where no one could sit beside you

Humming peacefully, yet playfully as you dabbed darker shades

I continued to watch you through the frame of this picture

However did you get inside?

You painted the universe behind a night sky

And looked to me and smiled

Cocked head and devious grin

All the stars still left in your eyes

Shining so brightly, magnificently blinding

I could not look away

You took your brush one last time with a final dab of blue

You gently brushed the tip of my nose to let me know it was the smell of ink

You no longer held a brush but just a pen

Holding a finger to your lips

You wrote three words that read,

“Don’t be jealous”

But they said, “I love you

And in that moment I knew

That no eyes would ever see the universe of you

Covered behind the night sky of navy blue

Only I, would get to love you too

The night sky for all to see but an entire universe just for

me.

Clarity

The sky that day was grey and somber

With a happiness that turned to sadness

She went away like lightning

And the thunder of my choked up cries, they followed

And though the rain was heavy

The lightning still ignited fire in it’s tempest

She no longer the temptress

And like that it spread, a forest fire

My dreams reignited

Long forgotten in the days

Where the sky was blue

But now that blue lies with you

And in the light of day I hid away, for us

The sky with it’s clouds became a canvas

And on the grey and sullen, dirty peppered

Aged and cracked, face of mine

I opened my eyes to see the world

So that I could retake me

Not the sun or sky of a daydream happiness

But the courage to weather the storm and smile in the rain

Looking up with raindrops rolling down my chin and cheeks

Even in the miles of grey, it’s never been so clear