No goodbye,
Heather was final
She was a seductress
No redemption
And no goodbye
I cry, I hide, I grieve
Heather goes on
She don’t care
Oceans and stillness
Boxes of redemtion
On a Dark Moon
Cannot bring them back
My soul is broken
My heart cannot fathom this
Yet they sleep
At peace
I remain
Stone over a deep ocean
BJH
12/23/2018
:: Half Lit ::
My green eyes are half lit
As I sink into thick blankets
Sub-zero July nights are
Colder without Clyde my custom-made heater
I listen to lyrics to a song on a loop
I don’t understand the word
Although I did 2 hours ago
My blueberry smoothie mind
Muses over faded scars
And I wonder about a Thursday
That I don’t remember
July 20, 2012
B.J.H.
::Flip-Flop Tan Lines::
White waves rush
to greet coral toe tips
Sand of white powder
Sets off flip-flop tan lines
Silver moon
Illuminates ocean waves
That hum melancholy Chopin
moon shines down
On receding waves
Powder white sand glitters
Setting off a single pink flip-flop
May 6, 2012
BJH
:: Electric Dolphin ::
Dark nights
bad thoughts
White ovals
Swirling in my stomache
Music that disturbed me
Why?
I don’t know
I want to hear Learning To Fly
by Pink Floyd
I am going to fly and soar
We are in neverland
With white ovals
I am not connected to their world
I drift with the dolphins
In the dark with words
My fuzzy brain
Writes these lines
B.J.H.
12-19-2011
5:30 am and it’s flipping cold
The sun is rising
The birds are doing their morning gossip
And I have insomnia
Damn sleeping pills didn’t work
Had a disconnected day
People I knew were in and out all day
I was not part of the conversations
Lost in my own weird brain
Writing the hours away
Until Clyde and I were alone
We talked or more like
I babbled and he listened
After all it was 4am
Disconnected
What was lacking today?
Our normal word play
Our normal playful flirting
He fell asleep
And I am still awake
Feeling kinda blue
Wondering how our two month Anniversary
Involved everyone but us two
It was not a good day
Nor was it a bad day
It was our day lost
To unexpected visitors
That left around 3am
The Sun is finally awake
And I am flipping cold
BJH 05-20-2011
Dreamscape Poetry 