Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Dying Days


Fragile and aged
She lies past her days
Wrinkles on her skin from the sun
She labors
Bodies gather around
Love ones she neighbors
No speech…
Through eyes she speaks
With each contact momentous
Strenuous
She reaches
For a hand to bridge the distance
Saving the memories
Before she relinquish



Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Shrivel

Our people are dying
No one is trying
To keep us alive
We assimilate
And forget
What we have inside
Put on a cover
The norms of others
Traditions dwindle
Like hearts that shrivel


Monday, April 4, 2011

Through the Glass


Peer through the glass
Vision so vague
Lines of your body
Cannot take shape
Pixels of your portrait
Scattered over the place
Memories hazed from the day we kiss
Remnants of your taste
Lingers on my lips
Peering through the glass
That separates our relationship