Mist

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Mist

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Water running through my fingers

it escapes, this lucidness of days

like mist in early April by the ocean.

Maybe meant to be the ways

 of passing dreams leaving a trail

in quiet nights, alone it stays

my soul connecting yet so frail

this light that softly lingers-

H.O

March 2019


“The quiet sense of something lost”

― Tennyson

Regress

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Regress

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And there is always a moment

where stinging regrets

find a way to the tongue

where our sourness sprung

out of memories past

that we sadly recalled,

like a ghost in the night

we refuse to let go

 and we crawl and we crawl

back to darkness-

H.O

March 2019


“Of all the words of mice and men, the saddest are, “It might have been.”

― Kurt Vonnegut

How Sudden

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How Sudden

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And how sudden, this shifting of things

leaves me hanging on the edge of life,

tomorrow becomes today

and nothing, nothing will stay

stuck between passing dreams

inflamed by moments of hope.

And how I dream! I truly did

sprinkle stardust around

and believed was meant to fly

‘til my wings never found.

Where do I go now from here?

Everything taken I took,

everything stolen, a look

I painted across, a kiss, a touch,

the earnest words disappeared

between my fingers now lost.

And how sudden, this shifting of life

leaves me hanging on the edge of things.

H.O

February 2019


“Two years in a child’s life is the distance between stars.”

― Nancy Horan, Loving Frank


“It’s lost time that matters – the time between time – the moments when you forget time and life just happens.”

― Chloe Thurlow, Katie in Love