Fall To Black

"arting" by lolamouse

The summer heat has overstayed its welcome

and autumn chill is finally in the air

The gold and yellow fall down to the earth

and when I think of you, I fall to black.

October's fading light brings melancholy

Spirits resurrected from their graves

Your ghost haunts dusty corners of my memory

I see you in my dreams and fall to black.

You came to me so suddenly

You left that way as well

I try to be okay with it, but

Sometimes it's just hell.

The morning sun awakens tired limbs

but soon there will be frost upon the grass

Without a winter, there can be no spring

I close my eyes and let it fall to black.

They've Been Together

They've been together for years
They're remodeling their home
They call their dog a spoiled child

Their pain is neither Democratic nor Republican
Their fear is neither liberal nor conservative
Their tears are neither gay nor straight

Illness doesn't know politics.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Sunday Mini Challenge, Sevenling

Dramaturgy

We draw the curtain on today
The scripts and props are put away
Tomorrow's lines remain uncertain
On today we draw the curtain

We move like players scene to scene
Do we remember where we've been?
Always something more to prove
Scene to scene, like players we move

The page is done; the lines are said
Make up washed and costume shed
We crave the solitude of one
The lines are said; the page is done

But you can see inside my shell
No one knows me half as well
From you I do not ache to flee
Inside my shell just you can see

With you I need not wear a mask
I set aside the actor's task
When truth can be hard to construe
I need not wear a mask with you.

submitted for Poetic Bloomings, In-Form Poet, Swap Quatrain
and Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Open Link Monday

What's the Buzz?

photo by lolamouse (s. tardio)

Buzzing bees working

Covered in sun and pollen

Summer's harbingers