by Linda Lee Lyberg

“Just beyond the bruised lips of consciousness.”

from Birds Again

~ Jim Harrison

The stars once bright in eyes now faded and gray
viewing the world through tangled trees
a purple haze of permanent contusions,
amid barren thoughts of rotting leaves
the result of love damaged beyond reason.

No matter the season, it’s always the same
the unconscious beckoning,
 and unveiling of the beginning of her pain
when the world went black in the midst of tears
that reigning moment when it all became clear
and then vanished in the smoke of confusion.


©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg


Previously posted on Charmed Chaos

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