Charcoal

The light begged to bloom
Just as time snatched away
Pale, she looked, hugging and wailing
But whose tears ever drowned a Boeing’s?
I wonder!

Distance grew old with every thread
But when it flew, she rebirths
If it settles and stays,
Who will wipe the dust on memory page?
I wonder!

The embrace of strong cocoa brew
Veils the hole that valediction makes
A hope that it is only a trip
Gosh! Could this even be a trick?
I wonder!

This time he vowed not to sob
Soggy towels, yet she will not stop
Charcoals and stencils can’t do all the talk
Will this walk be worthy?
I wonder I wonder!

-170608-ub matthews ©2008


Epilogue

Borrowed the first few punch lines from Claire Horner-Richardson from her summary of a painting she did for me as she was parting to a realer place than ‘la la’ land – ‘charcoal on board’.
I adore people that inspire me…no matter how pankey! Cheerio woman! Distance is just a mere deceit in this other world.

Gray

Dark stars on a sunny day
‘Rain on me’ she pleads to say
White Parks dried by winter’s heat
Only grown kids play by the fireplace
The sun sweats from cold?
Invigorating!
Though, tale not well told as days of old.
But, who can narrate the story of stolen glory?
The pauses, the absence of presence, the tension,
Communication mode: tenses.
Excitement weans…
Silence slips in and no one notices,
Steals the show, now everybody’s applauding
‘Awake’! …what mother said to Slumber,
‘Summers don’t come in gray’



- 020606©Ub Matthews