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

Allegory

no matter
how long
it seems
it's only
hard for
a little while

Shaping

shaping disparate moments
into a mosaic
becoming a rendering
resembling the image
of its creator
absent of movement and
essence shattered into
fragments scattered symbols
of a design
awaiting congruity
in the hands
of a master

Poetics

word's breath
breathing phrases
dream-dancing
to allegories
in intervals
singing the music
of silence