Vivid-Ellipses

As embers are cradled in hands too burnt to hold, She rocks to sleep the spark that failed to gleam. She carries a secret close in her satchel soul. Worlds shifted thrice and overturned one bowl And still the grieving gashes rage and teem As embers are cradled in hands too burnt to hold. The sudden start and stop of glowing coal Has never left her thoughts or hands- it seems She carries a secret close in her satchel soul. He does not know that his soft calm consoles. His unsuspecting skin deters the dreams As embers are cradled in hands too burnt to hold. It was so loud and yet so few were told Of the shocking come-and-go, the w

Once there were words teeming in this warm, wet sea of thought, Jingling to the rhythms of earthworms, awaiting their chance to Slip out my ears when I turned my head too quickly. Tying themselves into dazzling pinpoint knots As they squirmed with impatience. Three stirs of the whisk and they would foam over the brim of my brain, Careening topsy turvy towards any page or person. And then, And now. Cement has set beneath my skull, surrendering my sodden scalp To the wild beats of outside air The pitchy, pithy colors twirl on tiptoe only out of reach And burst like exhausted new mothers before they've built a sentence. Sinking like

We keep a home Of unknown hums And lonely cats. The sky cracks but He lacks a raincoat. Fueled by smoke and Words he lands on A branded street, Knows the sweet rage Of meeting too soon and late. This town belongs To a song man And wrongful ghost. He is most sure The coast will fade their remnants.