Three Line Thursday: "The Next Morning"

You've stolen away before dawn, before I could escape my slumber.
The sheets still own the languid curve of your body
More than I, for all my trying, ever did.

Three Line Thursday: "A Hole In The Water"

You know how seasick I get, remembering our honeymoon well,
Yet you spent all that money on that damn boat;
I can only assume it's to sail away from me.

Three Line Thursday: "Angels 33"

I waved as you boarded, watched as you took off,
I come back, have for years, to sit here patiently,
For as long as they'll allow, waiting for your return.

Three Line Thursday: "Standing Over The Body"

I don't get it. I don't understand why this happened.
You've seen the movies, you know how this stuff works.
You never open the creepy murder clown box. Not ever.

Three Line Thursday: "Urban Spelunking"

Spend one night there, they said, just one winter night,
And your skepticism will fade to nothing like sun-weathered paint,
As the ghostly dead re-enact long-ended lives in every room.

Three Line Thursday: "Sea-World"

Take to a boat, run up sails, find the wind,
Just as a reminder, because it is all too easy
Forgetting that the world is ocean, with only occasional land.

Three Line Thursday: "Cohesion"

It's like a marble, she whispers, leaning in closer still.
She's ensorcelled by it, this simple bit of natural world,
As I am, in my own way, ensorcelled by her.

Three Line Thursday: "Array"

So many portals, in rows and columns and trailing loose
As if an orchard planted and untended and spread wild,
Through each of them a new world we can disturb.

Three Line Thursday: "Dad's Weekend"

That's where I stood and waited, for you and him,
Where we always said we'd go together as a family,
So it would be true, if only for a moment.

Three Line Thursday: "Cast Away"

I am shipwrecked once again in this distant, familiar place
And my body will contribute, appropriately enough, to its firmament,
Coral islands being chiefly constructed from remains of the dead.

Three Line Thursday: "Wax"

We burn, each of us, for all of our lives,
Until, all our fuel exhausted, we can burn no more.
But sometimes, having burned, we leave behind a beautiful residue.

Three Line Thursday: "Overly Cautious"

"It could taste good, but still kill you," he said.
My grandfather: a font of worldly wisdom for the ages.
Haven't picked a berry since I was seven years old.

Gimme Shelter

The trees bend to shield her head from the sun,
It is said, because she is good and kind hearted,
But I think it is because they, the trees, are.

Three Line Thursday: Aerobraking

Slowed enough by the atmosphere that the flames outside die,
We glide deeper, layer upon layer, into the gas giant,
Inevitably towards crush depth; but until then, what a view.

Three Line Thursday: Droplet

It is an entire universe, with settled laws and shape
Scrambling desperately to life, spreading and multiplying beyond death’s counting,
All of it, of us, held together by surface tension.

Itzamna

Having been forgotten by the children's children of my people,
I am robbed of my power and my true form,
And may only watch as they squander my exquisite creation.

Three Line Thursday: "Afloat"

It was here, on this still water, where you decided
To leave the cradles of this boat and your life,
And thus disturb to rippling chaos the waters of mine.

Three Line Thursday: "Suspect"

All those victims, all those files, all those plastic bags,
Fellow officers working long into the night, year after year.
If they only knew that it was me all along.

Three Line Thursday: "Disguised"

It was always the summertime when I was a child,
Even during February, because it was summer in my head.
Spring was Earth lowering the mask of winter and laughing.

Three Line Thursday: "Your Twenty-Seventh Birthday"

Everyone went home, eventually, leaving all their dead soldiers behind.
You and I poured out, bagged, wiped up, carried away,
And wondered why we were friends with any of them.