by Darryl Price
like the miserable sledgehammer i am with
no adjective in place to praise the moon you are
a hole worn into a favorite rock i have only been
able to invent this wronged language in which
being moved by your beauty leaves me gunned down like
an unpublished photograph full of gossip your
silence is louder to me than the latest undying fires of
your violin face silence is much harsher than
the cheapest whiskey i can find your silence is
louder than a rainbow slicked puddle a warren
of the youngest brightest shining shapes like water
carried home in a pocket the hope that everything does
work out for you your silence spoke like slurred melted snow
like the proverbial bird that has flown silence
like grains of sand like fractal wind that takes me by
surprise your silence is whispered unto itself at long last
I only meant to write this because I didn't know what else to do. If I haven't reached you by now there seems little hope left. So it's not spring or anything like that that is being made here for you.
There is no promise to save. If there was one it has passed. This is only a finger drawing in some sand. It's meant to be washed away. If the sun comes up and still finds it it won't
last for that much longer. The time for forever is gone by. I only wanted to see you again, to be in your presence and smile at you. I know how that sounds. I've always been goofy that way. And now
I find I'm still completely washed out to sea, as if nothing real has ever happened to anyone, as if there is no earth any more, no shore to return to, only wave after wave of some joking, crashing cosmic emptiness. Any sea bird calls it out correctly across the bleary watery lights of home.
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This is a solitary walk. With flute in hand. Or Oboe in cloud. Or guitar in sand.What you hear through my cupped hands sounds like the crying of the ocean. What I hear has no name. I've seen a shadow that leaves me bereft. The time doesn't matter. Still some part of me recognizes the potential for music to be made. I take it up. I'll leave it here for you to possibly find.If it's to be part of your own home I know you'll know it when you hear it.