Mirror

behind the mirror
the still image stands
firm proud and erect
a facsimile without
substance or form
refracted in opaque light
bound within a frame
awaiting the one
who will make
one of two again

Bubble

a glistening drop reflects
what the eye collects
of the world
contained within its sphere
suspending time teetering
on edge of chance
before the bubble bursts

Essence of Silence

to see
is to
know

to listen
is to
sence

the essence
of
silence

331.

mark the way well
give no more
than time may tell
of mystery
mired in history
and fortune blessed
with succulence

This Too Is Not Enough

we live
to be
not to
become

yet
this too
is not
enough

Play It Again

play it again 

until the rush 

of fireflies 

punctures the black

satin sheet of night

David Sermersheim

Hotter Than.....

it's
hotter'n
an
out
house
in
July

.....with age.....

with age
comes regret
not for
what one
has done
but for
what one
cannot do
save for
reflection which
is its
own reward

Sedimentarian

I'm a sedimentarian
  -- silt in the
     bed of the
     river of life --

flow low
run slow
roll long
silent and
deep

Let Us Go

come

let us go

to a place

I know where

night rises into

opened heavens

stars set diamonds

in the blue-

black sky and

none need know

the reason why

David Sermersheim

Notes To An Unknown

        as I resist

               so am I drawn

    toward what beckons

              from a place

  shrouded in dim memory

          lost and forgotten

  where someone speaks words

                unknown to me

     of what cannot be said

          when will lost its way

What Is There To Say

what
is
there
to
say
after
a
picture
has
taken
the
words
away

Never

never
hardly ever
should you
try to
be clever

For Sarah

when you
reach for
my hand
I'll be
but a
breath away

Impression

a voluptuous impression
lies embedded in
dewy grass

I wonder
whose fingers
last strummed the
strings of the guitar