Futurity

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Between failing vision,
An ashened smile
Catches my eye
Only to witness my
Aged reflection.
Pruned skin
Folding against itself
With scraggly fingers
Of secreted tales 
And times endurance.
The tenderfoot days 
Have long since met their end
Long since set 
With the afternoon's sun.
Walking on three legs
First with a stomp
Then a shuffle 
Each time with a weary grunt
To get a round.
Stumbling through the days
With restless nights
Recounting memories as sheep
Of a time and place
Only this heart understands
Consumed by the loneliness
Dwelling in the dark
Awaiting my final sleep.

Olsfred James 2016©

Oaken

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The cold silent breeze

Testimonial of our love

Now shrouded in darkness.

The bitter moon hides

Its silver beams

Behind clouds of shadows

Vowing not to interfere.

Silence fills the air 

As my solitude whispers

An assurance of peace,

A calm of discord

Quiet in slumber

On the quiet night 

When you slipped away

Between the fainting spark

Of the piercing lightning.

Yet, where is this peace

Or satisfaction for my arid soul?

I watched with a heavy heart

As my teardrops seeped into

Hopeless oblivion

The daunting void of the revelation

Unable to mend broken pieces

Of the remaining remnants

Guised as us.

Olsfred James 2016©

Tuck

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There's something in the way
Words fell to my ear,
Something like poetry,
In harmonized tones
Subtly whispering
Fanciful possibilities
Of perpetual bliss
In this silent conversation
Somehow occurring,
I reach for her
Between fainting guises
Of incoherent murmurs
And thoughtless confessions,
As she trails along
The foremost regions
Of my imaginations intent
In oblivious nuances
As I am stuck here,
Held captive in her gaze.


Olsfred James 2016©