Coffin of Dreams

It was day, but it is night now.

Light is turning off

One Switch after another

Congealing the fate of the day.

I want to slam the door on those who sleep

Waking them up to finish our conversations.

My dreams have been like coffins

For unfinished business affairs

With the jury still out, but

The memories buried

And the coffin sealed shut against tomorrow.

Moss blocking a line of a tombstone’s

Melody sung in difference–

Go home again.

Go home again!



Metaphorical Writing for 5/29/2013


Death of a War Veteran–My Father The certificate says June 5th just a few days away. I stare blankly at it thinking the 2nd or the 4th–three years have gone by. I swallow and take a deep drink of air, … Continue reading