Tres Poemas Breve

Skull and Bone
No lips with which to nibble kiss,
no lips, no lobes, no tongue;
no flesh to feel, no fragile lids,
no skin once firm and young;
no vocal chords, no ears, no voice,
no sweet accented song;
no organs making music,
no muscles growing strong;
no beauty in the outward form,
no heart, nor lung, nor breath;
we're only rigid skull and bone
and emptiness in death.

Raindrops
Raindrops
noiselessly surrender themselves
and fall, colliding into unyielding earth.
Then, the terrible choice: to evaporate
or lose one's self through union with others,
from trickle to stream... to forceful river...
swelling to the eternal sea.

Departure On Hold
The florid field failing to hold
While ravens risk their fortunes
‘cross the pathos spattered landscape.

First class flavors of coconut balm,
chardonnay whirling wispy streams
Of conscious rambling while parading
Images sing songs of spinning wonder.

If only we knew what time could contain.
But understand this: shadows remain fluid
And all we hope for are the best days of our lives.

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