Wednesday, September 30, 2009

October 2009

Photo courtesy of Dave Rubio, CA

This month features Stephen Jarrell Williams


His morning harvest
walking down alleys...

Trash bin reeking,
warm pizza.

Cigarette butt,
smoking dessert.

Living in mind dreams,
day glaring blind.

Aching from so long ago,
he can't remember


Daylight plain on your face

I pretend not to notice
Keeping you
As close as I can

Night hiding phantoms
Wondering what you're thinking
Watching you flinch as you dream

Knowing the growing void
Until you reach the no more of us

I'm dying
by the breath of when....


The high of youth
is never forgotten,
never attained again.

A drug of self
seemingly able
to live forever.

Only the old
can appreciate
its passing
like rain
through the fingertips.

The memories so close
like yesterday,
clear but out of reach.

And the wind blows
over and through
the forest of dreams.

The forest of dreams
traveled by all.
A distant glow
pulling us on and on.
(Previously published in The Oak)

Stephen Jarrell Williams loves to write, listen to his music, and dance late into the night. He was born in Fort Belvoir, VA. His parents are native Texans. He has lived most of his life in California. His poetry has appeared in Anthology, Avocet, Blue Collar Review, The Broome Review, Byline Magazine, Chronogram Magazine, Fissure Magazine, Freefall, Haight Ashbury Literary Journal, Hawaii Review, HUNGUR, Liquid Imagination, Nerve Cowboy, Mirror Dance, POEM, Poesia, Posey, Purpose, REAL, Tales from the Moonlit Path, Unfettered Verse, and many others.

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