Blind Introspection of an Afterglow

Written Fall 2008

The air is acrylic--

     I have painted my fingernails

     and the scent lingers like the silence

     of an awkward apology

And a chill creeps along my spine--

     Not because I am under the influence

     of hightened thought which

     makes me ponder strange things

I am growing older--

     Though in body I am young

     My self seems to stretch out

     beyond my twenty-two years

I can remember days--

     When sunshine enveloped me

     like a warm towel after a cool swim

     And the days were nothing more than drops of endless amber

The television spits loudly--

     But I only hear the wind

     The corner of the coffee table snips my shin

     but I curse it in silence

My eyes are heavy--

     from too much laundry

     and there's plenty more where that came from

     Besides I want to think

Thoughts now are golden--

     Tiny pieces of my memories

      like photographs floating through my heart

      faded on paper but clear in my mind

Of my former days--

     As a wide-eyed pilgrim

     Small in stature yet formidable in heart

     With an autumn breeze and a blood-red tree star

Resting in my gentle hand...

Reviews

[Everchanging Disaster]

I get the feeling that you are not finished with all you meant to pour into this. And yet it is not lacking. I am going to marry your metaphors because they make me happy...

"Tiny pieces of my memories
like photographs floating through my heart
faded on paper but clear in my mind"
I am so glad that I know you. I wish I could go on vacation to your mind.