To Summer I Plead

Shed on that certain kind of warmth
You give the waters that washed away our footsteps


Illumine the dark leaves of our past
Blown away by the indifferent breeze.


Desiccate the grass that invited conversations
But leave the roots unscorched. 


I prayed to Autumn to blow away my pains
But Winter entertained me instead.


I won’t let Spring visit me
Until you burn down her cold heart, Summer.

Collaborating in the Clouds

As I stumbled on the pebbled road 
I broke a toenail and it left bloodstains 
On the humble stones.

“Why did you let me get wounded,” I asked.
A voice from behind the obsequious hills answered,
“I did not,” the voice said reassuringly.
“I desired that you take the other road, but you didn’t listen.”

I trod on. Pained.
I searched for a band to stop the bleeding.
A long black thing lay on the grass.
Serpent!

“Why did you allow that devil bite me?” I cried.

“I did not,” the voice uttered.
“I sent an old man to give you a handkerchief 
for you to bind your broken nail but 
you said you weren’t crying.”

“Why can’t you just warn me at once?”

“I tried to.”

“You did? When?"

“I called you but you thought I was your girlfriend.”






An Entrant into Destroyer~Poet's COLLABORATING IN THE CLOUDS Contest (PoetrySoup.com)
June 20, 2012