morning paper blues

new york city sits empty

in a crumbled ruin lie.

a civilization escaped from a violation

of the import/export of invasion

*

under a full moon light

the unfortunate timing

of a great lake drought,

now brought a lighthouse to failure.

*

from the train station downtown

the departure of romance

vanished and was never seen again.

but the tears from pain stayed in town.

*

when morning lost her sunrise

time was forever left in obscurity.

*

the blind face in the window

draws the curtain to an evading public.

written in blood on the surface was help,

but all that was read was encumbrance.

yet, found there on the cold tile floor

was the baby cut away,  nevermore.

*

in a world,  where creation was,

now sees only self outlasting solidarity,

charity is now done in flash and facade.

give yourself a hearty pat on the back.

*

a montana sky, open and bright,

now gets drawn in by towering metal devices.

native rocks disappear

with the roam of the buffalo.

*

when morning lost her sunrise

time was forever left in obscurity.

 

when morning lost her sunrise

time was forever left in obscurity.

 

 

c. 2014  bgw

when the lighthouse glows

when the lighthouse glows

shadows fade down

on the rowboat hidden.

under the upper peninsula’s cold solitude sky,

beneath the icy blanket pieces,

memories of a numbed affection

tied in twine,

there they lie.

when the lighthouse glows

shadows fade down

and swims away in the black midnight waters.

 

c. 2014 bgw

writer’s verse

when the words of phrase

get consumed in the rushing tides –

hide and seek i go.

recover me from the sands.

look for the message between the rocks.

 

c. 2014 bgw

 

the endless meadow of thought

night time storybook riddles,

the endless meadow of thought.

counting the stars above,

slowly the eyes draw heavy and fall back.

through these dream scape knacks,

she comes knocking at my door.

and all for a while in absolute calmness,

a beam of her laughter spills out

into my soul,  overflowing onto the floor.

she opens the frayed drapes of darkening certainty

and breathes out the sunshine warmth.

as the breeze drifts by,

under all the leaves of the trees above

over the rushing creek waters,

over rock and pebble –

leading us back again

to the elevated castles sitting high.

brick on top of brick

stone on top of stone –

inside the wall of my security,

are her arms wrapped around me.

the essence of her being i find.

flood my emotions in this bouquet of time

with her being with me

in the endless meadow of thought!

in the wiping of eyes awoke,

and the gorgeous illusion of what was,

was nevermore – halted and taken!

oh! night time storybook rhyme,

lead me again

to the endless meadow of thought!

 

 

c.  2014  bgw

when she smiles

hooked a smile

while

the walk by gaze

surprised.

 

good days start

when

her good morning

whispers.

 

enchanting

are

her alluring eyes –

hypnotized (am i)

 

pine lights glow

in

a falling snow

elegance.

 

when she smiles,

bright

illumination passionately dresses

desire.

 

 

c. 2014  bgw

the truth about my love for her

 

if i had loved her,  known her only for a moment –

held her,  adored her just for a point in time,

then life after her ceases to exist.

she completed me and all that dwelled within.

so if i was to never love again,  that would be fair –

all just; because there wouldn’t be anyone else

that would come close to her and how she captivated me.

if!, the truth about my love for her still lives deep within the reality of a dream,

where hope keeps the desire alive –

tell me where the seams of a heart tore,

and the fled feelings slowly bled!

the dreams at night get almost too real

causing the wounded heart to ooze it’s memory back into a numb body.

and there, she pervades throughout the thoughts,

haunts the emptiness in my loneliness.

but if i was to never love again,  that would be fair –

all just; because there wouldn’t be anyone else

that would come close to her and how she captivated me.

 

 

c. 2014  bgw