Arrows & Metaphors

Tag: prose

  • Countdown

    Time spent

    In this commercial space

    Immeasurable

    Nights, days, collide

    Growing this business

    Has left many gaps in this blog

    Months, years of silence

    Yet, words collide

    Meeting me in disbelief

    And in this mutuality

    I break my fast

    Before dawn

  • Vocal

    At dusk

    I become

    Part of him

    Quietly placing

    Dishes in suitcases

    Light yellow

    Leather tones

    Such a sense of grief

    When you cover my eyes

    And show me

    The inside of your world

    Fresh footed staircase

    Spiraling sideways

    Onto the longest corridor

    Linear shadows

    Of a once lived home

    I am not indifferent

    To your pain

    I too

    Have traveled

    On this road