Scribbled epithets

Pressed wet with tears

Sacred spaces carried by hallowed hands

Whispered winds that hover

Can't cover this fragile soul

Fractured by the passage of years

Each stone a death remembered

Casual depravity

Swarming queenless

Cyclonic before the storm

The walls we build

Never strong enough to stop the tide

Empty breath

Bubbles up to a silent sky

Potential of a life unlived

Slips beneath the surface

Swirling backwater memories

Heavy with fresh earth and leaves

Surrender the imprint

Of your body to oblivion

I can only wish you peace

I know will not come

Forever beyond

My aching grasp

If I could pull you

Warm inside

Some secret place

An open heart

Rubbed smooth

Sweet balm for your weary soul

I’ve lost you to the droning insanities

Shipwrecks and effigies

Cast up on the shore

You are forever dragging chains

No ascension

No freedom

Fruit plucked

Before the ripening

Bitter offering

For barren ground

Always hungry for more

I scribble an epithet

Pressed wet with tears

Plastered prayers to fill the cracks

In my fractured soul

Surrender your memory

To the silent sky

Send them love....

Good bye...

TL Boehm

010809

For "May"

Inspired by the Book "The Secret Life of Bees"