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

All of the Stars

My heart fell deeply

Into an abyssal drop

Kettle with an abysmal top

Boils over

With no one left to hold the warmness of all I am up

Hold my hands together, to pray and just for what

Cold inside my chest, I rub vigorously at a hollow cage

Warm inside my cheeks, a foreheads wrinkled rage

With age I have found peace, fire doused by the water of life 

Waves come in and just release, the sun is never hot at night

And the knife, buried deep inside the sand becomes brittle glass

As if to return to the only earth it knows, twist and turn till at last

Nightmares in desert winds have nothing to howl against

From whence

Why? Hold in false pretense

The apple of my eye

Oasis in the dust

Fresh springs off the river run through rock

So pure and delicious

In the heat I had my wishes

But the steam is running out

And your skins’ complexion no longer shines

Like the stars at night, or the sun in the sky

Another star is born, to shine its light and die

© The Sad Owl

Blossom

In amity, to hold on with longanimity

Light pink turns red

A clear tear can appear blue 

A bright fire can turn to sapphire

Cold and without feeling

Stay with me, I can’t believe the past becomes reality

While I remain presently in disbelief

A heavy sigh with no retake

Breath held to prevent a future, drowning in the same sorrow

Tomorrow only varies from today, slightly ever so

Leaves green turn to gold, red, and ash into snow 

Seasons pass and soon we go

To new places, see new faces

Time changes as it all ages

Photographs will keep your smile uncreased

Until they are folded over, forgotten

© The Sad Owl

Bed Head

Before the clouds grow black

They are gray

Before the sun shines, to bask in the moon

With starry eyes and heavy lids

Dreams of what no longer is 

Throbbing in my shoulder

Locking of my knee

Weakness in my wrist

All the injuries of my youth

I can feel the rain before it comes

I am sad before I sleep

I sleep as heavy as the downpour

Calmly when it’s light

Where I am happy in my imagination—

But what of a rainy week?

Where I live in my head

So many hours spent asleep

Living like the dead

© The Sad Owl

Just Drinking

It’s probably just a habit

Certainly and forsooth 

Whisky glasses’ ice turn like planets

Sadly the way I move

Jagged, ridged, redd

Lagging head and dread 

I can’t tidy my mind though

Something like the way you make my heart slow 

Love as blind as the ocean deep

Dreams of you as I sleep 

Memories of us and I’m sinking

Deep breaths that keep me drowning

Underwater, thought of her 

Sought after, distant laughter

I can’t get past there 

A heart beat faster

That I don’t want to remember, it never lasts forever

© The Sad Owl

Star Light

What does it mean to have a soul at rest?

I wander, along the shore where waves lightly brush the sand.

The glimmer of salted grains reflect the stars and darken as they eclipse behind clouds.

My footprints wash away along with the light.

I wonder, will I too disappear so peacefully and so suddenly? Will I be cleansed of all my wrongdoings?

Will I be baptized by the sea and forgiven on a wish for a falling star?

Would anyone wish on me if I was falling just for them?

And if so, what would they wish?

I was not born to walk on water and the further I walk, the deeper I get.

It isn’t this sinking feeling that will be my undoing but the way I can’t breathe above water.

Even here, I am disappearing. 

©️ The Sad Owl

Night Mare

The eyeless visionaries with dreams to disseminate 

When malice grips the heart it becomes a dark horse

Sight becomes marred as the dirt kicks up

Steam will exit the equine 

Short bursts of passion spurring forward

Until the marrow too runs dry 

When the sweet delight of high raised cheekbones

Turn to dust and whisper in the wind 

Lightly caressing the absence of a smile 

Tears fall on invisible fingertips 

Guiding them away to clear up the kaleidoscope

Fragmented and hurt 

Experiences and memories 

Clarity and hope fettered 

Praying for a key to the back of our minds

Bring us back to the stable

©️ The Sad Owl

Tapas and Wine

We were laughing

“Tapas”

What was it that we found so funny about that word

I wonder now as I lay by our favorite window seat

The rain tapping at the window

As if someone is calling to me

From somewhere far off

Splaying along the translucency

Like fingers spreading open to fit between mine

A body tired to retire 

Not inspired n’or ire

Sorrow quells a fire 

Happiness alone, says the liar 

Maybe it was just the way that Spanish cuisine makes fancy snacks

But we were happy with just tea and Graham crackers

“Tapas”, we laughed with smoked salmon and cream cheese making a mess 

Laughing because we weren’t even hungry and you were gesturing me to come change my wet clothes

Like a fish in the sea with no school to follow

The days of my youth and education have somehow left me lost 

I no longer sleep in that room, I prefer the window seat on rainy days

Still in my wet clothes… I hope I catch a cold 

©️ The Sad Owl

Far Farm

On the far range alone

Behind thistle and haystacks bundled neatly into cylinders

Lanterns light guiding home

To miss a little; long for a lot, whittled wood into thin air

Small objects of the mind are

Memories.

They can’t be bought but we do share

Statutes of limitations demanding that…

I forget you.

I don’t care to follow the rules

If for fools

Love’s folly

Small statues to commemorate become burning effigies

Sting worse than the redness of my eyes or the tears of this legacy

Left to me or left me

Bereft it unsettles me

In death to lie peacefully

Awake in life, still a piece of me

To go beyond this far range and be gone

The ghost of you right next to me

I scream at the wake of dawn

Dreams of our far farm

© The Sad Owl

Path Finders

Fireworks in the sky mark the grand finale

Color depth in the night hides amongst the stars

Explosions in my heart appreciative of the eyes

Looking down at the pages I write

Steadfast and nimble tracing letters

Words forming the foundation of my spirit

Happy

Even if I am always sad

To see you smile even if

Only the corner of my lip will lift

My soul reavers; take parts of me

I give to you so happily

My treasures for the world to see

You shine so brightly, lovely

Blinding o’ readers mine

I can’t see as we entwine

In paths of abstract lines

Find me

© The Sad Owl