Caesura

Or, "Liam Neeson Reads T.S. Eliot's Greatest Hits on the Set of National Lampoon's 'Van Wilder'"

Trapped in burnished chains of fiery red
I threw myself from the pier's edge
were the swell of the waves meets the luminescence of the tide
mirroring pale orbs of moonlight reflected in the emeralds of your eyes
shining brightly from the other side...

"Remember how you used to run when you were a kid, and how the wind felt. Like feathers on your arms. You ran and though any minute you'd fly, but you never quite did."

We fell like the first snow of the new winter
burning white to light the dawning night
and in the waning hues of the million shades of our shattered spectrum
our tired eyes gazing, glazed, shell-shocked through the mirrors in our rooms
at our fading social graces...

Author's Note

I've been trying to write some new stuff, and having a difficult time of it, so I figured I might post a few of my older pieces. This one's a few years old now, probably from 2010-2011 or so.

The bit in quotations is a line from the Ray Bradbury short story, "The Sound of Summer Running."

Reviews

[ANTO]

I love the title with its 'or' alternative (Im picturing the Big Fella doing exactly that right now in that "I will find you... and I will kill you" voice - lol - an absurdly wonderful scene)

This is so bittersweet JL - our bright young flappy nylon coats that make us fly dont be long in turning into old grey ones that reek.