He Never Saw Her Value

He never saw her value,

the way the sun drew out

the gold in her hair and  her heart,

until it was too late.

Solid,

comforting,

mining worth from the

crumbs he tossed at her feet,

she died to him slowly;

over years of neglect,

the arteries seeking sap

withered and found new source.

He reaches,

but grasps air –

she is falling,

falling,

ore he can no longer touch,

gem he can no longer claim

as his own.

Cage Fighter

You shouldn’t even have drawn your first breath.

Yet here you are,

a magnificent warrior,

battling the odds

and winning.

Enthralled, I watch the match –

Cage Fighter versus the World.

Your moves were honed in the Ring of Reality;

Your skills were suckled  on dry mammaries of neglect.

One last well-placed kick fells the Giant,

and your cage

rattles…

Stagnant

Image courtesy of El Bueno, El Feo y El Malo

He can’t remember how it started,

this stagnation that seeped into his bones

like a rotten film, a canker that slowed his heart

to a mere sluggish thud.

Thud-thump.    

Thud-thump.

He looks at what he has built of his life,

and  Shock stirs Torpor.

Where did his beautiful life go?

It was a slow decay,

a day-by-day downward spiral,

a slinking drip-drip of foul into fresh,

until his spirit sank beneath a pool of neglect.

What hour did he abandon himself?

He cannot point to it on a calendar –

it grew in on him while his senses slept.

No more!

His will be a life alive,

a pool party,

a place to find joy and refreshment

and community.

He doesn’t know where to begin,

what life-weed to scrape away first,

and his terrified eyes glaze for a moment.

Then he turns,

grabs a spade,

and the digging begins…