in vision they swim
their texture smooth edges blur
bitterness
— this was a draft from April’s ago that I found this morning…
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April
4/1/2018
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Hello Darkness
Shining in the darkness
Beneath the moonless sky
The perfect shadow glistens
Peaceful silent sigh
With nothing to still the quaking
Dancing in the gloom
Transient beauty shudders
and yet the softness clings
seek not to still the voices
for always darkness sings
April Wells
September 30, 2016
Times remembered
Butterscotch kisses
Sticky and sweet
Never hurriedly wiped away
Dirty fingers
Smudge faces
Never heard you look like you’ve been
Sucking a pig
Sweaty hugs and
Puke down brand new shoes
Never heard
The words
That cloy and sting
Dirty walls
Long forgotten
Little Tykes passed on and on and on
And never the words
Stupid
Or can’t
Never screached the defamed
Dandelion bouquets clutched in
Butterscotch kisses
And ice cream fists
Of love
Ineptitude
Nothing is always
Always
Always nothing is
And I in tge silence
Listen to the song
And dream of the dance
Hidden
Left behind
The song
The words
Stuck in the tarry warmth
Of the silence
Always never
Never always
Never in the silence sing
Breathless
The final slice
Of the morning moon
Hangs low in the blushing sky
As the encroaching dawn
Steals the breath
From the slowly retreating dark
Morning unbroken
I pray and I prayBut what do I say
The silence unbroken
The words left unspoken
Can’t see the there
Stuck fast in the air
The meaning unsaid
Like rocks or like lead
Heavy and dull
The weak ones to cull
I pray and I pray
But
No words left to say
Hiding in plain sight
Sitting
Silently
Just to tge left of
Where no one sees
Wrapped in the beautiful
Musical
Not nearly silence
Of all that surrounds
Here to be seen
And yet
Somehow
Blissfully
Unseen
April Wells
5/11/16
Little Scars
The cuts that hurt the worst
leave little scars
tiny scars
unseen scars
the cuts that can never
be seen
the cuts in your soul
Words
a look
a sneer
overlooked
those cuts never fully
scar over
they ooze black venom
it eats away
at the edges of the night
and putrefies
the surrounding hope
those scars
are only
ever seen
in the eyes
and in the looking
who really cares anyway
April Wells
May 10 2016
The Lost
Through the dance
of fear
and indecision
of loneliness
and pain
there you find
what’s lost
and gained
I pray the peace
so desperately sought
finds purchase
in the chinks in your walls
April Wells
May 5, 2016
April
April leaves
On a clear blue morning
And the sun and moon
Sharing the sky
A hint of frost
Dances in her hair
And the hopes of
A bright tomorrow
In th gold of her gaze
April Wells
April 30, 2016
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