
'he never calls' photo prompt by Rob Hanson
notes you left on a wrinkled sky
that’s never blue always a heartless hue bruises
no sun can stand
shifts eternity imposes: no mere pauses—
your convenient absence these slashes
on tender paper you tore off the back of my palm
excuses I proffer—my veins throb so
in your presence—you deride lips smacking
on listless air my shroud
under a waiting sky, wilting
no one knows why
who but the heart
that knows knows when a smile
alights on a voice
who among the spaces senses
a smile as it wings its path to the heart
that knows
a flight quite swift aboard a voice still quite
mute its ring a sound only when it alights
on the heart that knows knows
what that smile knows knows its birth in the heart
only the heart that knows knows
why waiting
wilts the sky
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June 12, 2011
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…grey dense skies barring the sun again, chilly on bare skin, spring refusing to leave so much so that even the leafing maple shading the terrace has browned with curled edges in spots, mistaking the air has retracted to autumn, perhaps? Even Nature seems dazed but I’m clear about this memory
spring’s end–
the squirrel flies a trapeze
as we cuddle
…amazing how the sun weakens on spring air yet its sparks illumine all else as in this thought filled in
a weak sun
glitters on spider web–
vacant corners
…even main street breathing unevenly at night has ceased in its restlessness as if the air has suffused all else to a quiet that for me opens up to reach out if it were but a soft turn in sleep when
mute stars–
spaces in between them
open up for whispers
…the night has bounced back in restlessness from a momentary calm which lulled me earlier in a dreamless space but awake now, recalling nights when I would feel lost, feeling an empty space on your side of the bed, but only briefly as you slip back in to turn back
the night
but for the darkness
our roost
…perhaps because they have built their nests, the birds seem to sing a different tune, refrains that rise this morning over the distant grumbling of jets flying off as I compose our song for another day
waning spring–
the wind rearranges petals
tightening us together
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June 7, 2011
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