Empty ChamberEmpty Chamber by CatSpringer
The last bandage removed from the wounds of malice; the last curse levied at a heart like a heart, a mind like a mind; the chamber emptied for all time to our profound relief and our final posterity.
I do not know how we did it, and yet it came to be done; I don't know from where it came, but we found it in us just the same.
This gun was laid down, and never damned our hand again. The chamber emptied, not through angry combustion, but through our collective will.
This day, evermore, we can start our mornings, as our brother, as our sister, forward, and let humanity breathe, at last, as one.
And it started, so very, very long ago, beyond all memory, with me.
But not only me.
For AndreaFor Andrea by CatSpringer
Pine wind's victory, motorcycle flight, suds on your hands
Your first breath of morning, regardless of the night before
Pages turned, cigarettes burned out, what you see on the ceiling
When the white fires come, a life you dance to
The youth looking upon youth, mine to yours, from a peaceful cell
And all the things I cannot know from shuttered, European, eyes
One wild-ish movement, drunken, a weaving of arms
I would own but one memory of yours, the thrill of day
The sudden laughter, my Andrea's unsheltered satisfaction
If I could, the thief, the very thief of your experience
But one hour -- one song-released hour -- you'll never know again
Because it will now be mine, stolen, by my kindest greed, mine
I would own you but thirty seconds
And call it a grand life
To T.J.To T.J. by CatSpringer
And when the blue envelope of her breath
Opened, free, of conscious thought
Her words became the hue of caramel novas
I become two persons, one, of the moment, gone
And the second imprinted in dream
So the film strip of 'almost' tells me
How high her ghost hand reaches
Beyond earth limits of creaking trees
And empty night streets that darken to its ends
She never could dance for shit
But her movements are so free, free
Though her body was never for me
Her cap pulled down one eye, midnight wise
The last days, the blue kimono night
Of pale robed arms lifting in greeting, a holy heat
Drifting past my limited vision
A cloud dark face of withheld love
And I don't care I seriously don't care
Because I can see, I can
And here, young, at the edge of that sea
Her wake carving legs sipping the tide
And I am young, I am ever young
Until, to her, I can no longer see
I am a sporadic poet from Savannah, Georgia, in America. I appreciate female beauty in history, art, popular culture, and, of course, here on dA. So if I look on you and sigh, fear not! I am but a poor poet, ever looking for inspiration. Beauty Endures.
Current Residence: Savannah, Georgia, USA