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