Monday, August 29, 2016

if you won’t be coming back this way


paint me a landscape
of Navajo blankets
string a necklace of seashells
with life still in them

sculpt a Manzanita bowl
to hold tears and small truths
capture the sigh of breezes 
in tall pines beyond the open window

replicate your smile
in the iridescence of mica
your eyes in starshowers
across the fat cheeks of the moon

engrave a happy ending
into my long white bones 
and touch my hair to the sun







#author #writer #writerslife #poem #poetry #parting

No comments:

Post a Comment

THOSE PESKY VOICES IN YOUR HEAD!

  IS THAT YOUR MOTHER CALLING? Advice that Echoes Down Through the Ages tracks words of wisdom as well as cautions through the generations--...