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written by: TM DiSarro



Flying by my window
Crying as you pass
Could it be your laughing
It’s anybody’s guess
More than likely singing
So happy to be free
Maybe church bells ringing
But I can plainly see

Every once so often
You peer in for a view
Watch me as I’m writing
In the corner of my room
Sometimes I ignore you
From the corner of my eye
Leaving me a feather
When you think you see me cry

Then you're off to who knows where
Faster than a wink
Feathers on my window sill
Midnight blue and pink
Blowing through my window
Dropping on my floor
Empty as the walls are bare
Silent as a door

Always looking for a sign
Drains my blood to dust
Frantically I pound out lines
While my spirit rust
Maybe you’ll come back to stay
Taunting to no end
Maybe you will fly away
With your feathered friends

Not so far off to September
Summer falls behind
Obnoxious as the change of seasons
Change of lovers
Changing minds
Change like watching turning leaves
Go from luscious green to brown
Documenting hurts and needs
Knowing when you're leaving town

Hope within the fleeting distance
Between the wingspan of a dove
Quickly pass like summer haze
Faster on the wings of love
Falling for some crumbs he throws you
Then you're captured in a cage
Narrows space to your resistance
Or the lines inside the page

Maybe space between the lines
Like the feathers that you leave
Reminders of some happier times
Endless summers that I grieve
Life plays out on empty stages
As I tap out bitter words
Flying off the gilded pages
Such are love affairs with birds

September is a marker true
A harbinger of ice and stains
Color dies with skies of blue
Broken hearts and love’s remains
Stains like black and blue on flesh
Fade away yet never leave
Stains like lies we tell ourselves
Or sacred words we can’t believe

Stains like distant memories
Persistent in the dead of night
Emotions are accessories
Playing tricks with time and light
Searching for the reasons why
People fly away at all
Leave us inside looking out
Always kick us when we fall

Memories so overwhelming
Pressing in as metal spikes
Unrelenting pressure tainting
Everything we love or like
Pressure as a pen to paper
Or your footprints in the sand
Lipstick outlines on my cheeks
Or your face inside my hands

Pressure like your lips on mine
Endless kisses wild and free
Reaching for your arm and thinking
If you're ever scared of me
Pressure that it takes to knock
On your door or on your wall
Lick an envelope and stamp
Lift the phone to take your call

Pressure like the force it takes
To shut the bedroom window tight
To lift your bags of stuff outside
To walk away
Switch out the light
Pressure as I hold a feather
As a pen to write your name
Like a hand print on my window
All is one and one the same

You were always quick to fly
Make bad situations worse
Not confronting what or why
Best of wishes to a curse
But you always left a trail
A marker measured for the mind
Some sense of failure as a fact
A point of reference for the blind

You set yourself so high above
With words that seemed so pure and wise
Treating people that you love
Like the people you despised
But I never knew for sure
And find myself still wondering why
The edges of the truth were blurred
Until the day you said goodbye

The feathers for your eyelashes
And feathers on my pillow
Memories tucked away
Inside a story that I follow
You're always on my window sill
Eating tears like seed
Constantly reminding me
Of nothing that I need


©2017 TM DiSarro/mindscapespublishing


From the collection: ELTON SKELTON

TM DiSarro

TM DiSarro

I do not consider myself a writer but I love to write. Neither a poet but I love poetry. I steal bits and pieces of time to scratch out ideas on note books, laptops and cell phones. I live and work in Florida fabricating custom canvas and other fabric products and sometimes costumes.
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