Of Others

when the sun ceases to be sun

becomes some deepening shadow of others

when it burns coldly indifferent when

cold enters the brittle bones soul of another

it's stumbling aching body fails slips into sweet oblivion

when the searching eye wanders out of sight

never returning home

when the pain unending leaves like

the dying promises of what love forlorn knows

not even memories remain

and when the road abruptly ends and

footprints in sand mud fade

shouts of faint truths sound louder

now demons gather round

drowning sparks of

the last of days applauding

cheering in

their own

demise

JP Pestana

Of Others

12.28.21

 

 

Boundless

let the night cry its heart out  

let its' tears fall unheard

they know no earthly bounds   

it is more the slow crawl of old dull roses hanging

in slats of worn fallen garden fence 

splintered in weed and branch and age 

their own piercing thorns helpless 

shrinking skies 

songbirds no longer sing their cheerful little hymns 

no reason to believe anyone will know

dust blows where there were once stars

a longing wind howls in the place of light

there are depressions where there were once hills

an agony of spaces out of place  

let the heart cry out once more

it is soundless and most

unanswerable

JPPestana

Boundless

12.22.2021

S O S

shyly she fades from sight

a pervading gray of seeping loss replaces thought

a string of knotted cloud loudly pronounces itself

out of same cloud crow gull silently emerge fly as one circling lower wings slipping away

no one notices the anything

there is no why 

no reason just 

a memory torn

from the pages

of the same 

old story

JP Pestana

SOS

12.20.2021

 

The Farmer

he tills the earth long deep furrows

a farmer standing on the thin horizon pink interrupted

there is something here a new field

of abandoned hearts fertilizer

for the thin barren rows

the seeds of some lost seduction

somewhere someone prays for rain

it comes from nowhere it bleeds

into through everything

drowns out the words

the cries the promise

of lovers racing 

for cover

JPPestana

The Farmer

12.15.2021

Forgotten Things

morning is a forgotten thing

her whispers color river waters

almost waves break in sand

find their tender notes

the river rightly fills with diamonds

shards of escaping flashing light

hills collapse into an unfamiliar warmth

vanish into a place that could never exist

night is a forgotten thing

and everything between

that happens

happens

JPPestana

Forgotten Things

12.3.2021