Author Archive: remostrainbarn
your fingers adjust to the page in such a subtle fashion the words I cannot speak Advertisements
gently, still rain- swept trees awaken to foster- hush this morning fog lost to a velvet rhapsody of now copyright-2012-M.D.
young man set to face his weary demise in silence you granted it alone no visitors came no family no friends just you that eerie sunshine wafted in as a welcome beam through the window crackles of life spoke from the city below the next day you were gone Copyright–2012–M.D.
Parcel of lamb’s captured. Been hoarded; carted off to distant doom. These uneasy nights speak masted. Boarded with impending doom. The fragrant fires pop echo. Light chatter all the while. Gun powder, dust and grazed matter. Hues burning to death’s smile. Copyright-2011-M.D.
Part One: You knew what I wanted. When gently you uncovered. A slow-moving passion. Grooving strangers into lovers. A curled hand in mine. A touch of no conceal. Let blue skies unfurl! A sun shining real. I parted lonely space. Pulling you close to chest. Allowing lips a better taste of what lips only do …
connected to this wait a while to the poetic time a dear rush before she walks beside me the empty hand; such the empty heart. Where does one go. Meek, blind, still, in these empty hands. Only to wait. Copyright-2012-M.D.
The lone band shell sitting ways against the start of summer. Trees hugging vacant white. Pondering a clear sky. “All the world is a stage!” roars the imaginary crowd. Sitting to awaken. This emptiness before me. But I see them. I hear them. Clearly, these ghosts have been. A ham’s exhibition. To appease the night’s …
These are not dark dreams, My Secret Love. You have written the dialogue for this movie. In such secret ways, these pictures playing By the light of telepathy. Flowing in eager constants. I have rushed with you to the shore. There, among the twilight of wind-swept sand, our feet touch breeze and water. Surf speaking …
all the wildness stripped bare in contemplation of a different you inspiring moments from the past Copyright-2012-M.D.