These Severed Words

These severed words
snapped by distinction

leak into whispers
of plaintive mist

revolving like a kettle
on the rim of emotion

where dreams bear grudges
and winds sweep clean

the vision of the deep
enclosure

the foreign blaze

2/09

Swirl

There she is in the darkness, slim legs
against the sea. I can't believe it
as I move quickly towards her,
a cold jolt reminds me it is impossible.
If this moment ever existed, it is past.
What was missed, is missed.
It's all mist now, swirling through dreams.
The day's measure of breath,
the forehead of the world feverish with time,
the diffident wait for the last chuckling
off of this mortal failure.
It's rain on the roof
splashing the morning.

3/09