Traces III
Gone
estuary
pitchbrushed railings across iridescent greyblue
someone tell me why
I came shivering in the whiter wind
with that cloud of a pullover
and too many wet strands in my eyes
unless the mere colourful blotch of you
dancing out of heartsight
should shed no further trace
on the steel blue wrappings of daily abuse
Out of it
sauntered back home through the powdered haven
I have no mistrust in rust
when it bleeds through cloth-fingered hands you
know where you are
brown on softening blue
muffles silence to dust
and the padded pathos of red ends
sprinkling
you were the path into this blue
and out of it
Nothing
there should have been an answer
to heartpulsed ripples in the slumbering canal
cast the first stone
at withheld promises
let it drop slowly
to unwanted depths
if it floats up -
still
sunset
there is nothing
I can do to redeem my presence
within that red glare that will not die
A mere matter of time
the shaded French windows opening on full fragrant grass
fresh gold reed shore
lakeblue
lingering at the back door of unlived life
forever
I'll be sitting around
on ruined ridiculed expectations
should they crumble
I'd take a dive to you
a mere matter of time
cannot endure
this you-forsaken house
alone in the thronged flowerbed of might-have-beens
grass-gnawed in the too salty wind
what flowers
in bowers
cankers
you sailed for a mermaid dream
in those blank sea-hours that never hold
buoyed in the shimmering steel blue b
light
gone
caked sand crashed
through unwilling fingers
skinstuck
locked my eyes
refused the ebb
just
sea
sorrow
stay
