Perle Champion

beyond the thin pane

rain falls in steady rhythms

and my pen races

fresh Jack laced coffee

close at hand as my mind soars

giving form to dreams

days run together
denying that bothers
solves nothing at all

sameness hurts the flow
life stagnates souls do weather
springtime hie thee hence

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day after day flown
recalled now as memories
caught in the mind’s eye

frivolously spent
from youth’s abundant pocket
mortality picks

some are coffee nights

morning I find night’s remnants

black coal in the bowl

some are coffee days

shower, dress, coffee go-mug

no readable grounds

halls decked far too soon
man-made blooms, balls and lights grace
trees without meaning

old familiar tales
told and retold I know them
well but listen still

familiar endings
yet I wait for the last word
as if never heard

comfort found in old
friends like old shoes broken in
harbor from the storm

the alleged shooter
captured smoking guns in hand
allegedly killed

12 injured many
a real child of 6 lay dead
at the alleged’s hand

the vision of could

should would once so clear dims

glow and aura gone

why and whither to

show me now that child’s eye view

someone put it out

I’ll take any clue

to reclaim that carelessly

lost gem from the wood

when the sun breaks through

its glimmer teases then clouds

hide my path again

naught grows now in the
garden where he once flourished
sun sears fragile blooms

drinking rain quenches
those here but not I think there
what path does he walk

now what lessons learned
did he miscue leave too soon
or we stay too long