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December Skies

by Alisa Js

be careful with these tender strands
pulled just last night from that hopeful scene
there they hang and there they tease ...

fragments of some song blew by,
a word or two I once heard you say
I think
brushed across this aching soul
still somewhat bittersweet

there have been those who trampled here
and left with dust, not tears
no longer blue with salty taste
but rather red with that certain swearing
familiar to this heart that weeps,
staring far into tomorrow's glare
scorched and blind
of what was promised victory
not fit for discussion here

how much is too much?
and what, exactly is not enough?
a drop or two
of some vague rendering or trifle ramblings
of one day soon,
when someday comes
if hope is still awake,
teetering yet to get a grip
under some crushing December moon

12/13/2006

Posted on 12/13/2006
Copyright © 2024 Alisa Js

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