Without You.

FINDING PURPLE SEA

On the road I do not sleep,

but rather nap in fitful blocks of time.

I stare through darkness at some plastic box

with glowing luminescence red, or green.

11:47, 1:29, 2:33, 3:08.

Times I would not see if you were here,

or I was home.

I miss my nightly kiss.

Your whispered, “I love you.”

My signal day is done and all is well.

I’m free to sail upon night’s purple sea.

Outward turn my inward mind,

shed reality.

Wake refreshed at break of day.

But on the road,

night goes on and on.

Till groggily I rise,

stumble into day,

yawn, and rub my puffy eyes.

Find the nearest vendor of a caffeinated brew.

Stimulate my fog filled mind,

to imitate the energy

that seems to come so naturally

when I wake next to you.

Dennis Price

Cupid's Aim

Happy Valentines Day

Eros raised his little bow

and let an arrow fly.

It failed to drop as he had planned

so, hit me in the eye.

He notched another quickly,

but, this one too was high.

I’ve always heard that love is blind,

now, sadly, so am I.

Dennis Price

Winter Walk

The horizon shines with a faint glint

of dawn.

Chilly winter wind

wrinkles the gray water.

A rhythmic shush matches

the advance of foamy parallel curls.

Marching bands of gulls

 play in one-note, reed tone symphony.

Strange pink blocks of granite

hold firm to the base of the seawall.

Moist salty air seeps into every crevice,

condensing, drips from cool surfaces.

New construction on battered buildings

marks the passing of hurricane season.

 

More light colors this mural.

I turn to play the scene in reverse.

Dennis Price