M.C. Newberry on WEEKLY WALKABOUTSVERSE, E.G., 207 of 230: REGARDING DRUG ABUSE
25 minutes ago
Who is he?
This man I only know up close?
Does he know me? And if so,
who is this woman, this me he knows?
We have an odd situation, he and I, like a fantasy played out on a stage,
a performance, a curtain call and
I know the up-close, the heat, the physical
yet when I see him from a cool distance,
I don't know him.
He becomes someone else with someone el...
Saturday 12th June 2021 2:21 pm
They sit in piles on my bureau,
stacks on end tables and desktops.
They stand in rows on shelves and are silent.
Each holding its own unique secrets.
I can hear their silent words, and
feel their thoughs pushing against their covers.
They wait and are patient.
A wealth of knowledge standing by
always steady in their thoughts, never changing their minds,
dependable and st...
Friday 11th June 2021 1:36 pm
June's warm daylight comes
My thoughts of him linger on
June's nights are lonely
Tuesday 7th June 2016 10:08 pm
All is peaceful and still and then, in the back of my mind
It travels like a wave, slipping silent over my head and
Around my heart where it stays and waits.
But for what does it wait and for how long will its
Patience last before it leaves me for good?
In spite of these uncertainties and my fear of its leaving again,
I still welcome its coming.
Monday 6th June 2016 5:15 pm
Sunrise lover from
Soft, warm darkness.
Light filters in at sunrise and
Rises from the floor and spreads to the ceiling.
As the room brightens, his form slowly comes into being,
Emerging from the rumpled pile of bedclothes.
Smooth, soft, dark and lovely.
I lie with him, my face resting against his.
In the half light I can just make out
His eyelashes, resting on hi...
Saturday 4th June 2016 3:50 pm