ancient scents
waft from inside the trunk
yellowed pictures
with tattered borders
in blacks, whites, greys....
a man with a Hitler moustache,
by his side
a stylishly-dressed woman
cosmetically arched brows
dark accentuated lips
wearing a pearl-adorned hat...
granny-squared blankets
remind me of my crocheting lessons
and grandma's applebutter
and banana pudding with vanilla wafers
hand-knitted scarves
odored with moth balls
mingling with fragrant tobacco
still present in grandpa's pipe...
bringing back stories
of alligator wrestling
and of THE war
as I sat on his lap attentively

Making Soul

Cast about beyond the shore
of Truth's determined pace no more,
I yield to all your hopes and dreams
and find they pass right through the door
to find a void stored deep within.
Hell to pay for seeing.

Scream! How you'll try, to cut deep inside but
the void bares no flesh, so deeper you'll slide
and pass beyond leaving only the love
to build my soul still stronger.

Now I welcome your pain for it in me transforms
a soul lost beyond, now fused in this storm.
Give me your hopes, your dreams and your lie
for they are the stuff I learn from to die.

Tunnel Vision

You,
Straight,
Narrow,
A to B,
Eye on the goal,
Always.
Encountering boulders,
You arm yourself,
Hammer,
Pickax,
Drill,
Nothing will keep you
From desired ends,
Patient,
Determined,
Chipping away,
At mountain ranges.

I,
Curious,
Circling,
Snooping,
A to wherever
To B,
Looking for options,
Always.
Call from the sides,
Pssst...
Here,
Come round.

You,
Peripherally blind,
Conditionally deaf,
Are unaware.

I sit on the other side,
And wait,
Loving you
None the less.