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Crickets stridulate as their summer dies,
and so too their generation, while a black swan
glides through reeds of a gentle evening
to the chorus of a million love songs, identical
as she is different in every way, to reflect and
disturb the still water sheen,
tiny ripples to crashing crescendo, standing out
alone as does her lover who awaits the insane one
in her blue-black splendor,
and sunrise comes when his lips move to beckon
her near, her quick eyes spying his prickly beard
as his black swan comes to preen.
and so too their generation, while a black swan
glides through reeds of a gentle evening
to the chorus of a million love songs, identical
as she is different in every way, to reflect and
disturb the still water sheen,
tiny ripples to crashing crescendo, standing out
alone as does her lover who awaits the insane one
in her blue-black splendor,
and sunrise comes when his lips move to beckon
her near, her quick eyes spying his prickly beard
as his black swan comes to preen.
Literature
Last Night
A start to an end:
We kissed with painful passion,
between tears that couldn't wash away the hurt.
I asked you to make love to me one last time,
knowing it wasn't possible, but you tried.
You kissed my breast and collapsed,
your lips shuddering against my skin.
Holding you close to quell your quiet crying,
I cried with you, as we cried as one, for the last time.
"It's okay," was all I could manage.
And it was. Somehow, it was all I needed.
Now that lasting memory haunts me like I need it to:
with an ache I can see,
a memory I can feel,
and salty tears I can swim in.
--
2/12/2011
Literature
Successor
Thrown in a box, shunned from the world.
(Placed on a pedestal, shown off to the world.)
Grey dust collected at the very top, acting as a soft blanket, comforting lonely days.
(Spotlights beaming on you, accompanied by astonished gazes, marveling over your glory.)
Days drag on when everything's this dark.
(They say time flies when you're having fun.)
Tallies marked on the box for each day completed.
(You pray for these days to never end.)
One more drab day to survive, with happiness deprived.
(A bright and early morning, with smiles bound to transpire.)
Energy depleting, sanity dwindling slowly.
(Shining vivid light, pores leaking
Literature
Crestfallen
Words are futile
when I speak in
certain silences
that set the mind
alight in anguish.
-Brian Shuffett
August 26th, 2010
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We're going to watch Swan lake here in october, and this lovely poem feels almost like a premonition.